If only the other two slots also held the same sword intent heritage.
Xie Wujiu immediately reached out and touched the second slot.
There was no reaction.
He tried channeling spiritual energy into it, but the sword box remained completely quiet.
Clearly, the remaining sword intents could not be unlocked yet.
Just as he was about to close the sword box, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be another layer at the very bottom.
After the silver-white sword light flew out earlier, a wooden board at the very bottom had slightly warped, lifting up at one corner.
Xie Wujiu wedged his fingers into the gap and carefully removed the wooden board.
There was actually something else hidden underneath.
A palm-sized bronze mirror.
The bronze mirror was also extremely dilapidated.
A small piece was missing from its edge, the patterns on the back had been worn down until they were blurry, and the mirror surface itself was so dusty and gray that it couldn't even reflect a complete silhouette.
Xie Wujiu held the bronze mirror in his hand, turning it over and over to examine it for a long time.
“What is this?”
The sword bone inside his body showed no reaction.
He channeled spiritual energy into the bronze mirror, but the mirror surface did not change at all.
Xie Wujiu frowned. After pondering for a moment, he decided to try the method he had just used to open the sword box.
He smeared the remaining blood on his fingertip onto the surface of the bronze mirror.
The moment the blood touched the mirror surface, it was rapidly absorbed.
Xie Wujiu was startled.
In the next instant, a faint, extremely weak light suddenly lit up on the originally gray mirror surface.
A stream of unfamiliar information then appeared in his sea of consciousness.
The Cause-Tracing Mirror.
Xie Wujiu froze on the spot.
He closed his eyes and carefully sensed the newly appeared information in his sea of consciousness, quickly gaining a rough understanding of the bronze mirror's function.
As long as one possessed an aura related to a certain person or object, they could use the Cause-Tracing Mirror to search for traces deeply connected to them.
However, this Cause-Tracing Mirror was currently severely damaged.
What could be seen was extremely limited.
Moreover, each use required a massive amount of spiritual energy and divine sense.
Xie Wujiu slowly opened his eyes and looked down at the bronze mirror in his hand.
After a moment, a person's name surfaced in his mind—Yun Heng.
If this mirror could truly trace cause and effect, could he use it to investigate some matters regarding Yun Heng?
He might even be able to uncover the Yun Family behind her, which no one had ever heard of before.
Xie Wujiu's hand holding the bronze mirror slowly tightened, and he remained silent for a long time.
In the end, he actually let out a slow laugh.
“Yun Heng.”
“It seems that this time, heaven is still on my side.”
Seven days later, the battle for the top eight of the Five Domains Prodigy Gathering officially began.
Although Yun Heng had received a bye and did not need to participate in today's matches, she still arrived at the Five Domains Platform early.
She planned to watch the matches here.
The further the tournament progressed, the stronger the remaining competing cultivators would be, and the more trump cards they would reveal.
Among these people, there would inevitably be her future opponents.
Understanding their combat styles in advance would be highly beneficial for the upcoming matches.
The battle for the top eight consisted of seven matches in total, with two groups taking the platforms simultaneously.
Yan Yi was scheduled in the first group.
After both sides ascended the sparring platform, Yun Heng kept her eyes fixed on Yan Yi's direction.
She was still suffering from her injuries from the previous round and held no advantage whatsoever when facing a sword cultivator with a higher cultivation than hers.
Once the match began, she unleashed every single means at her disposal.
However, that sword cultivator was exceptionally powerful and struck with decisive ruthlessness, giving Yan Yi no opportunity to gradually wear them down.
Several times, Yan Yi tried to pull back and create distance, only to be forced into close quarters by her opponent.
Ultimately, all of her defensive artifacts shattered, and her talisman array was slashed open head-on by the sword cultivator.
Yan Yi failed to hold out to the end, falling unconscious on the sparring platform with severe injuries.
After the referee announced the result, the cultivators responsible for medical treatment immediately carried her to the back for healing.
Yun Heng stood up, preparing to head over and check on her, when she noticed that the Mirror Moon Sect's Sect Master, Zhu Shuang, had already rushed over with several elders.
Jiang Qian was also closely following by Yan Yi's side.
Seeing that Yan Yi's master and fellow disciples were there, Yun Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Her life shouldn't be in danger.
After Yan Yi's match ended, the next batch of competing cultivators quickly ascended the platforms.
Xie Wujiu was among them.
Yun Heng refocused her attention on the sparring platform.
She also wanted to observe closely just how much strength this new Son of Destiny possessed now.
As the match began, Xie Wujiu was the first to draw his longsword.
The cultivator standing opposite him held a long spear in hand.
As the referee's voice fell, the cultivator flicked his wrist, and the spearhead flashed with a cold light as it thrust directly toward Xie Wujiu.
Xie Wujiu sidestepped to avoid the spearhead, his longsword slashing down along the spear's shaft.
“Clang!”
The sword and spear clashed, and a crisp metallic ring echoed across the sparring platform.
Spiritual energy violently exploded between the two artifacts.
Xie Wujiu and the opposing spear cultivator retreated half a step simultaneously.
In the next instant, both of them charged forward again almost at the same time.
The spear cultivator's attack speed was incredibly fast.
The long spear spun continuously in his hands, thrusting one strike after another with an offensive so dense that there were almost no openings.
Each time the spearhead thrust forward, it dragged a sharp trail of spiritual light.
Xie Wujiu continuously swung his sword to parry.
The longsword and spearhead collided repeatedly in midair, erupting in showers of sparks.
The spear cultivator refused to give Xie Wujiu any breathing room. While defending against the attacks, Xie Wujiu searched for openings in his opponent's spear technique.
Whenever he caught an occasional opportunity, he would immediately swing his sword to counterattack.
The spiritual energy of the two continuously clashed on the sparring platform.
Sword light and spear shadows intertwined, locked in an inseparable, fierce battle.
After dozens of exchanges, the spear cultivator suddenly changed his spear technique.
His originally rapid and continuous attacks suddenly became incredibly heavy.
Grasping the long spear with both hands, he raised it high before slamming it down ruthlessly toward Xie Wujiu's position.
Before the shaft had even fully descended, a heavy weight of spiritual energy had already enveloped the area.
Unable to dodge in time, Xie Wujiu could only hold his sword horizontally to block.
“Boom!”
The long spear slammed heavily onto the sword blade.
Xie Wujiu's arm shook violently. He was directly blasted back several zhang by this immense force, his feet carving two distinct trails across the sparring platform.
Before he could fully regain his footing, the spear cultivator's second strike was already upon him.
Xie Wujiu brushed past the spearhead with a twist of his foot to evade the attack.
At the same time, he swung a backhanded strike, releasing a strand of sword qi.
The sword qi sliced through the air, heading straight for the spear cultivator's chest.
The spear cultivator immediately activated a protective artifact.
A brilliant light rose before him, forming a complete defensive barrier.
The sword qi slashed against the barrier, leaving only a few tiny cracks without actually harming him.
After blocking the strike, the spear cultivator charged once more.
The long spear swept across in midair.
A vast array of spear shadows materialized simultaneously, pressing down on Xie Wujiu from different directions.
Xie Wujiu swung his sword repeatedly, shattering several spear shadows before him one by one.
However, the spear shadows were simply too numerous.
Just as he blocked the frontal assault, a strand of spear qi bypassed the sword light from the side and struck his shoulder directly.
Xie Wujiu's body swayed as he retreated a few steps.
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