Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 992 The Palace Within a Pot

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Jing Yu slowly opened her eyes. The blood amber in her mouth had been completely digested, but a few wisps of faint blood vapor still lingered at the corners of her mouth.

Four years have passed since the previous battle between the Dragon Palace and the Ancestral Demon Palace. After escaping the battlefield, Jing Yu continued to hunt fusion beasts in the Demon Refining Realm while searching for the whereabouts of Guo Tingshu and others.

Although the Demon Refining Realm cannot withstand methods related to the Great Dao of Fate, unfortunately, the causal thread between Jing Yu's navel still requires the activation of magical power and true essence. Now, Jing Yu has no true essence left, so he naturally cannot use the causal thread to find his lost companions. He can only wander around like a headless fly, hoping for a lucky break.

However, the demon-refining world was so vast that for several years, there was no news of any humans or demons.

He had just killed a giant bear whose combat power was comparable to a second-level Loose Immortal, and now, with blood amber in his mouth, he had restored his own blood and energy to their peak state.

"According to what Qiu Xu said before, the Demon Refining Realm will open in about ten years. In the fifth year after its opening, the [Palace in the Pot], which contains the core inheritance of the realm, will open."

"Judging by the timeline, it's highly likely to open soon."

"The way the [Hall in the Pot] opens is very strange. It is not located in a specific place, but it will directly teleport qualified trial participants there."

As for what kind of trial participants meet the requirements?

Qiu Xu's explanation is that the trial participants need to personally kill enough and strong enough fusion beasts. The more they kill and the stronger the fusion beasts are, the greater their chance of being favored by the [Palace in the Pot].

Jing Yu was confident in his efficiency in slaying fused beasts over the years. Even including the two demons, Bai Zhaoyue and Yuan Jiqing, his killing efficiency should still be among the top five.

As she was pondering, Jing Yu raised an eyebrow slightly.

He suddenly felt a disturbance in the void beside him, and ripples spread through the surrounding space.

The next moment, a tremendous suction force came, which even the physical body of a Mahayana Perfection level cultivator could not resist in the slightest!

"Coming as soon as you say?"

The thought had barely crossed Jing Yu's mind when she felt a dizzying sensation, and the next moment, she found herself standing on solid ground.

Jing Yu looked around and realized that the place she was in was vast and boundless, and it was difficult to see the boundary of it.

"It's vast and boundless on all sides, with no dome, just the ground. Can this really be called a 'Palace in a Pot'?"

Jing Yu looked at the center of the place, at the only "building".

It was not a building or altar, but a huge bronze pot that looked ancient, yet seemed to contain the secrets of creation.

At the top of the bronze pot, two figures were engaged in a fierce battle.

One of the figures soared like a dragon through the heavens, her white dress fluttering in the wind between her fists and palms. A pure white dragon tail, as white as jade, lashed out like a steel whip, stirring up terrifying waves of energy. It was none other than Bai Zhaoyue, the true disciple of the Dragon Palace!

Meanwhile, Yuan Jiqing, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Bai Zhaoyue, displayed a completely tyrannical and powerful demeanor, as if he were throwing bricks with incredible force.

Its three-zhang-long silver body was muscular and bulging. Every punch and kick it threw unleashed a terrifying force that could tear everything apart. The wind from its punches caused even the surrounding void to distort slightly.

However, immediately after Jing Yu teleported in, both Bai Zhaoyue and Yuan Jiqing experienced a slight pause in their movements.

Although the two demons did not immediately stop, their attacks slowed down considerably, and their sharp gazes swept over the uninvited guest as if they were real.

Yuan Jiqing's heart sank at that moment, thinking to himself, "Oh no! That little wench has come to help, two dragon descendants at the level of true disciples of demon lords? I'm afraid we're going to perish here today..."

Bai Zhaoyue's gaze toward Jing Yu became more cautious. She stopped fighting Yuan Jiqing and instead withdrew her attack, gracefully retreating and landing from the top of the bronze pot.

Yuan Jiqing was slightly taken aback upon seeing this, but it was eager to catch its breath, otherwise, if Jing Yu seamlessly joined the battle, it feared that it would be in grave danger.

"You two have arrived early."

Jing Yu cupped his hands in greeting and smiled, "This is the Hall in the Pot? Why are there no buildings in sight? Are we the only three who meet the requirements for entering the hall for the trial?"

But Bai Zhaoyue coldly said, "This is the outer hall of the Hall in the Pot. As for the inner hall?"

She pointed to the huge bronze pot: "Once you lift the lid of this pot, you can enter the inner hall to undergo the trial."

"Thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Bai."

After thanking him, Jing Yu immediately said, "Since that's the case, why do you two have to fight to the death here? Why don't the three of us lift the lid of this pot together and try it out together?"

Yuan Jiqing said in a deep voice, "It's not that simple. There are some tricks to the trial in the Pot Palace. Once a few cultivators enter the inner hall, a few [Fusion Beasts] will appear to be used for the trial."

"The fused beasts in the inner hall are all of equal strength to the best of the [Three Tribulations Loose Immortals], and can be said to be invincible below the Heavenly Immortal level."

"Even in a one-on-one fight, we, the true disciples of the Demon Lord, are not guaranteed to win."

"Moreover, these [fusion beasts] are skilled at cooperation, often unleashing a combat power greater than the sum of its parts... On the other hand, if the cultivators who enter the trial each have their own ulterior motives, they will only drag each other down."

"Therefore, the more cultivators who enter, the more difficult the trial becomes."

"Therefore, we will first determine the winner in the outer hall, and only the winner can enter the inner hall to undergo the trial."

Upon hearing this, Jing Yu suddenly realized: "So, the three of us have to decide who is the winner? No, Fellow Daoist Bai and I are of the same clan, so there might still be some hope for cooperation. But Fellow Daoist Yuan is probably going to be the first to be eliminated."

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, you might as well make a solemn oath against entering the inner hall, otherwise Fellow Daoist Bai and I will have no choice but to kill you here."

"No, you said it wrong."

Bai Zhaoyue coldly said, "It's not that you and I are joining forces, but that I, Bai, am joining forces with Yuan Jiqing to kill you, you little thief, right here!"

"what?"

Jing Yu was slightly taken aback: "What do you mean? Fellow Daoist Bai, I am a genuine pure-blooded dragon descendant. We've come this far, and you still want to harm your own kind and fight amongst yourselves? Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"Pure-blooded dragonborn? You're a complete pure-blooded dragonborn!"

Bai Zhaoyue seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world: "You can fool this stupid monkey, but you can't fool me."

Feeling the pure, unadulterated dragon aura emanating from Jing Yu, Yuan Jiqing was completely baffled:

"You bitch, what's wrong with you? I'm a direct descendant of a demon lord, and I don't even have the means to identify dragon descendants? This kid's dragon might is probably purer than yours!"

"You know nothing." Bai Zhaoyue narrowed her long, narrow eyes slightly. "If it were any other dragon descendant, they really wouldn't be able to spot the flaw. But I happen to work in the Ancestral Dragon Pavilion within the Dragon Palace. Any true dragon in the world who possesses the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon must register in the pavilion, absorb its divine soul aura, and be recorded..."

"But I have never sensed your divine soul aura on the roster in the pavilion. How do you explain that?"