The training ground was silent.
All outer sect disciples stood in neat rows as the inner sect members observed them.
At the center stood Mu Qingdao, calm and sharp like an unsheathed blade.
Beside her, the tall disciple carefully placed the sealed wooden box on a stone platform.
Su Merlin stood quietly in the crowd, watching everything.
And Lin Yuan stood there… confused as always.
Mu Qingdao spoke.
“Yesterday, a mid-stage Qi Condensation beast retreated without reason.”
Her eyes moved slowly.
“That is impossible without pressure from a stronger presence.”
The disciples trembled.
Chen Hao stepped forward.
“Senior Sister, perhaps an elder intervened—”
Mu Qingdao ignored him.
Instead, she looked directly at Lin Yuan.
“You. Step forward.”
Lin Yuan obeyed.
Her gaze pierced him.
No aura.
No spiritual fluctuation.
Nothing.
Yet something felt… wrong.
She turned to the tall disciple.
“Open it.”
The wooden box was unsealed.
Inside—
A bronze mirror covered in ancient markings.
Cracked edges. Dark surface. Old beyond measure.
The moment the lid opened…
The air temperature dropped.
Some disciples shivered.
“This is the Heaven-Seeking Mirror,” Mu Qingdao said calmly.
“It reveals hidden spiritual roots, bloodlines, and sealed cultivation.”
Whispers spread.
Even Su Meilin’s eyes widened.
This artefacts was rarely used.
Mu Qingdao looked at Lin Yuan.
“Place your hand on it.”
He hesitated.
“Senior Sister… I already tested. I have no root.”
“That is not your concern.”
Silence fell.
Lin Yuan slowly placed his hand on the mirror.
For a moment—
Nothing happened.
The mirror stayed dark.
Chen Hao smirked again.
“I told you—”
Then—
The mirror trembled.
A faint ripple appeared across its surface.
Like water disturbed by wind.
Mu Qingxue’s eyes narrowed.
The mirror began to glow—
But not with light.
With darkness.
Deep. Endless. Starless darkness.
The surface turned pitch black.
The disciples gasped.
The tall inner disciple stepped back.
“This… this reaction…”
The mirror started shaking violently.
Ancient runes along its edges lit up one by one.
Then—
CRACK.
A fracture appeared across the mirror’s surface.
Mu Qingxue’s calm expression broke.
“Remove your hand!”
Lin Yuan instinctively pulled back.
The glow vanished instantly.
The mirror returned to normal—
Except for the crack.
Complete silence.
The Heaven-Seeking Mirror had never cracked in hundreds of years.
Mu Qingdao stared at Lin Yuan.
“What did you feel?”
He blinked.
“…Cold.”
Cold.
But inside him—
Something stirred.
A faint pulse deep in his chest.
As if something ancient had been touched.
Su Merlin stepped forward slightly.
She felt it too.
That same pressure as yesterday.
But stronger.
Mu Qingdao turned serious.
“You are not rootless.”
Her voice was no longer calm.
“You are… unmeasurable.”
The disciples looked confused.
Chen Hao’s face turned pale.
“Senior Sister, that’s impossible—”
“Silence.”
She looked back at Lin Yuan.
“For now, this matter ends here.”
She signalled the tall disciple.
The artefacts was sealed again.
But as the box closed—
Inside the mirror’s darkness—
A faint golden symbol briefly appeared.
Only Lin Yuan saw it.
A strange mark.
Like a broken crown made of light.
And for the first time—
A voice echoed faintly inside his mind.
“Seal… weakening…”
Lin Yuan flinched.
“What?”
Mu Qingdao noticed.
“What did you hear?”
He hesitated.
“…Nothing.”
She studied him for a long moment.
Then turned away.
“Return to your training.”
The inner sect members left.
But the atmosphere had changed.
The disciples now looked at Lin Yuan differently.
Not mockery.
Fear.
Suspicion.
Su Merlin approached him after the crowd dispersed.
“You heard something, didn’t you?”
He stayed quiet.
She stepped closer.
“Listen carefully. That mirror doesn’t react like that unless—”
BOOM.
A distant thunder echoed in the sky.
Dark clouds gathered suddenly above Azure Cloud Sect.
Wind howled.
The elders inside the main hall looked upward.
One of them whispered:
“It has begun.”
Back at the training ground—
Lin Yuan felt heat in his chest.
The golden mark appeared faintly under his skin for a split second.
Su Merlin saw it.
Her breathing stopped.
“That symbol…”
It disappeared instantly.
Lin Yuan felt dizzy.
“What’s happening to me…?”
Far away—
Deep in a forbidden mountain cave—
Chains wrapped around a giant ancient gate trembled.
Cracks spread across its surface.
A deep, ancient voice murmured from behind the gate:
“The Origin has returned…”
Back in the sect—
The sky slowly returned to normal.
As if nothing happened.
But something had changed.
Mu Qingdao stood at the edge of the mountain, looking back at the outer sect.
Her expression was serious.
“He is either a blessing…”
She paused.
“…or a disaster.”
And below—
Lin Yuan clenched his fist.
Inside his dantan—
A tiny golden spark flickered for the first time.
Not spiritual energy.
Not cultivation.
Something beyond it.
And it had awakened just a little.
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