Chapter 18: The Underworld’s Treasured Mirror of Reincarnation

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Seeing Wan Yi’s displeased expression, the man immediately guessed that his subordinates must have offended him earlier, leaving him unhappy.

He quickly forced a smile and said, “Young brother, please do not be angry. My men are foolish and misunderstood the situation, which is why they were discourteous to you. Rest assured, I will give you an explanation shortly.”

Then, turning his gaze to the two underworld officers, he sharply reprimanded them, “Niu San, Ma Si, why aren’t you two coming over quickly to kowtow and apologize to young brother?”

Seeing their superior treat Wan Yi like an honored guest while they had misunderstood his intention, the two officers felt a chill run down their spines.

Their lord had ordered them to summon Wan Yi, but instead, they had tried to seize his soul and brought him back in shackles and chains.

The thought of their lord’s anger made the two officers’ calves cramp in fear.

They hastily crawled to Wan Yi’s feet, repeatedly kowtowing to admit their fault.

At this moment, Wan Yi had already begun to piece together what was happening. He realized he had come to the underworld, and the man beside him called the Prison Warden must hold a high position there.

Though he had heard some tales about the underworld from his opportunistic master, he had no clear understanding of the realm.

Judging from the current situation, the Prison Warden had clearly brought him here with some hidden agenda. But what exactly was intended, Wan Yi could not yet discern.

Now, seeing the two officers kowtowing before him, Wan Yi’s eyes gleamed as he thought, “Very well, since you want to play games, let me test your limits first!”

He snorted coldly and said to the two kneeling officers, “You shackled me like a dog and humiliated me. Do you think a few kowtows can make everything alright?”

Niu San and Ma Si’s hearts sank as they looked pleadingly at the Prison Warden.

The man snorted again, “You brought this on yourselves. Don’t expect me to help!”

Seeing their lord determined to vent on Wan Yi, the two officers forced smiles and said, “Brother Wan Yi, just say what you want us to do to make it right. We won’t argue.”

Wan Yi chuckled, “At least pay me some compensation for my mental anguish. I’m not greedy—ten or eighty high-grade spirit stones each, and we call it even!”

As he spoke, he thought to himself, “Damn! I slave away digging dung for the Vast Sect, barely earning five low-grade spirit stones a month. This time, I’m going to ask for a fortune. But don’t worry, I’m reasonable and can bargain. Even if you counter with a thousand or ten thousand high-grade stones, that’s fine.

In the cultivation world’s exchange rate, one hundred low-grade stones equal one mid-grade stone, and one hundred mid-grade stones equal one high-grade stone.”

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“Doing the math, demanding two thousand high-grade stones from you is... Ah, forget it, it’s too much. My brain can’t handle it! Ha ha ha...”

At that moment, while Wan Yi was daydreaming about his windfall, Niu San and Ma Si exchanged astonished looks.

It was as if they were saying, “That’s all? Why didn’t you say so earlier? You scared the hell out of us!”

Fearing Wan Yi might change his mind, they hurriedly stood and said, “Young brother, rest assured. We’ll prepare your compensation immediately and make sure you’re satisfied!”

Watching them leave eagerly, Wan Yi thought, “Damn, what’s going on? Am I about to get cheated?!”

Meanwhile, as the two officers turned away, the Prison Warden suddenly said, “When you return, bring a table of the finest wine and dishes. I want to host a banquet for young brother!”

After they left, the Prison Warden smiled faintly at Wan Yi. “Young brother, I apologize for the earlier rudeness. Let me introduce myself—I am Yan Wuji, the Prison Warden of the Underworld’s Soul-Collecting Department. If you don’t mind, you can call me Brother Yan.”

By now, much of Wan Yi’s anger had dissipated. Seeing the man’s profound cultivation and high status, and his courteous demeanor, Wan Yi dared not be arrogant.

He quickly cupped his hands and said, “Brother Yan, could you please tell me the purpose of summoning me here?”

Yan Wuji nodded, “Certainly, but please follow me to the backyard.” With that, he made a beckoning gesture.

Led by Yan Wuji, they passed through the main hall and arrived at the backyard.

Wan Yi frowned upon seeing only a solitary pavilion, suspecting a trick. But then Yan Wuji formed a hand seal and cast a spell.

In the next instant, Wan Yi’s vision blurred, and the surroundings changed dramatically.

He realized this was an illusion array; everything he had seen before was a hallucination.

What lay before them now was the true appearance of the backyard.

Stunned, Wan Yi saw a sky filled with rosy clouds and dense spiritual energy that never dissipated. Streams of what seemed like tangible primordial essence danced like falling blossoms around two objects in the courtyard.

One was a towering stone stele, magnificent and weathered by countless years.

To its right stood a massive purple crystal jade, as tall as two men and as thick as four men embracing. Its surface was polished smooth as if carved by axes and knives, gleaming like a mirror.

Yan Wuji led Wan Yi to the purple jade and explained, “This is our underworld’s supreme treasure—the Reincarnation Cycle Mirror.

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This mirror reveals the cause and effect of all beings in the world’s cycle of reincarnation.”

He smiled slightly and continued, “Brother, I have something I want you to see.”

As he spoke, the mirror’s surface shimmered with snowflake-like glimmers before two figures slowly emerged within it.

The images were clear and fluid, the voices melodious and vivid, like a 4K movie Wan Yi had watched in his past life.

But the content displayed caused cold sweat to break out on Wan Yi’s brow!

The scenes shown in the Reincarnation Cycle Mirror were exactly from his previous encounter with Lin Junxiu.

Every word spoken, every movement, even the strands of hair fluttering in the wind were clearly visible.

Though Wan Yi’s face remained calm and his eyes fixed on the mirror, his heart was tumultuous and unsettled.

He did not understand why Yan Wuji showed him this, nor what the man intended next.

But he knew that such a monumental revelation would not be dismissed lightly.

In an instant, countless escape plans flashed through Wan Yi’s mind, only to be rejected one after another.

The reason was simple—his cultivation was far too weak! With his current strength, escaping was pure fantasy!

Just as he fretted, the mirror’s display ended. At the same time, Yan Wuji’s voice sounded in his ear.

“Brother, fear not. I mean you no harm by showing you this.

Before I tell you why I summoned you here, listen to a story from me first.

Long ago, tens of thousands of years past, the world suddenly plunged into darkness...”

To be continued...