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Inside the house, in Dongfang Yao's room.
The girl's body was tense, her small hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, looking very nervous.
"Brother, I'm ready, come on."
"Yao'er, are you really sure about this? It will hurt a lot."
"I'm not afraid! Yao'er, Yao'er can endure it!"
"Okay then."
Dongfang Jing sighed softly, took his sister's hand, and hoped to give her some sense of security.
In a few days, Dongfang Yao will turn six years old.
Therefore, she suggested that she wanted to experience the place where her brother usually practiced in advance.
So, Dongfang Jing led her into the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors.
In Dongfang Yao's eyes, this was a world constructed from countless crystalline mirrors, stretching infinitely, with light and shadow intertwined, magnificent yet serene.
As soon as she entered, Dongfang Yao let out a soft groan, her face instantly turning pale.
I felt a series of subtle, throbbing pains in my head.
"Don't be afraid," Dongfang Jing immediately noticed her discomfort and comforted her gently, "I have now actively dispelled all the pressure effects in the space, and now this place is no different from the outside world."
What you just felt was merely a depletion of mental energy.
He led his sister by the hand, explaining in detail as they walked:
"When I awakened my martial soul, my soul power was level 10. Every minute I stay here, I will consume 1% of my mental power."
For every level your soul power increases, the consumption per minute decreases by 0.01%.
Dongfang Jing emphasized solemnly: "Once mental energy is excessively depleted, the consequences can range from mild headaches, tinnitus, and lethargy to severe fainting or even permanent damage!"
"Yao'er, I will protect you while you cultivate here, but if you encounter enemies outside, be sure to be wary of those skilled in mental attacks!"
"Okay!" Dongfang Yao wrote it down carefully.
"Therefore, I always come in to cultivate when I am full of energy. Once I realize that I have used up nearly 80% of my energy and that I only have about 20% of my mental strength left, I must leave immediately and return to rest."
Then, he spoke of another mysterious aspect of this place:
"In addition, the flow of time here is different from that outside, with a ratio of 1:2."
In other words, two days spent here represent only one day spent outside.
Dongfang Jing, seeing his sister's wide eyes in surprise, added with a smile:
"But don't worry, this difference in the flow of time will only affect 'cultivation' itself, or rather, this space."
It won't actually accelerate our growth; our physical age will still increase normally with the passage of time.
She is still her current age.
That concludes the general explanation.
Dongfang Yao then wisely stopped disturbing her brother's cultivation.
Dongfang Jing sends his sister back to reality.
He stayed behind to continue his cultivation.
Two years of peaceful village life, free from outside disturbances, allowed him to devote all his energy to cultivation.
As soul power steadily increases and understanding of martial souls deepens,
Dongfang Jing's control over the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors has reached a new level.
It was this deeper level of control that finally made him realize it.
From the moment he acquired his first spirit ring, a deep-seated confusion lingered in his heart!
He still vividly remembers the extreme pain he felt when he absorbed a thousand-year-old soul ring in Sunset Forest, a feat far exceeding his level.
Without any miraculous medicine or remedies, how did I manage to endure this with my fragile six-year-old body?
Later, when absorbing the second spirit ring in the Frozen Forest, although there was still some pain, the process was noticeably "easier".
then,
He attributed it to the fact that his meridians were widened and strengthened by the violent soul power of the first ring.
But this explanation never truly convinced him.
Until last year, during a deep meditation in the Hall of a Thousand Mirrors,
Dongfang Jing inadvertently looked inward at himself.
To his horror, he discovered that his bones, meridians, and even the depths of his flesh were covered with countless fine, spiderweb-like, and crystal-clear cracks!
They are not static, but are constantly cracking and spreading.
Then, under the influence of some mysterious force, they instantly healed and reformed.
It goes on and on, endlessly!
Strangely, this process did not cause any pain.
Instead, an indescribable sense of refinement flowed through my entire body.
In that instant, Dongfang Jing suddenly understood!
All the doubts have been answered.
Hall of a Thousand Mirrors
The most crucial test is always spirit and will!
If one loses their composure and their will collapses, they will be torn to pieces by the omnipresent mirror blade intent in this space.
However, if one can always stay true to oneself and withstand this endless mental torment and the potential imagery of "separation,"
You will receive unexpected gifts!
From the moment Dongfang Jing first stepped into the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors to cultivate, this unique tempering had already been quietly taking effect on his physical body!
His body had long since become accustomed to this "breaking" and "reconstruction" without him even realizing it!
Every seemingly ordinary training session is a profound and rigorous tempering of the physical body!
Each time his body was broken and then mended, his meridians, bones, and flesh became more resilient, tougher, and more able to withstand terrifying energy impacts!
When the violent energy from the spirit ring surged into his body, it frantically tore and destroyed his meridians, causing real pain.
But at the same time,
The physical recovery and resilience of that body, which had already been tempered by the "Mirror Body Split Soul" to be far beyond that of ordinary people, were also fully unleashed!
With an almost immortal tenacity, it continuously repairs, reorganizes, and adapts.
Destruction and rebirth are locked in a fierce tug-of-war within the body.
Ultimately, resilience triumphs over rage, and adaptation covers the pain.
The success of Dongfangjing was by no means a fluke.
Rather, it is a hidden ability that originates from this Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors and from the very essence of his martial spirit!
My thoughts suddenly became clear, and the biggest question in my heart was finally answered.
An even bolder idea sprouted in Dongfang Jing's mind:
Since this "Mirror Body Splits Soul" is passively subjected to tempering,
Is it possible to take control of it proactively?
With a single thought, the body can shatter into a mirror, and with the will of the mind, it can be instantly reassembled as before.
From the moment this idea came to mind
He then began a near-self-torturing, insane training session in the Hall of a Thousand Mirrors.
At first, there were many difficulties.
Actively guiding the body to disintegrate means fighting against the most primal life instincts—
A protective instinct towards "integrity".
Each attempt was accompanied by a violent conflict between mind and body, as if the soul was being forcibly torn from the body.
That resistance and fear, originating from the deepest part of one's consciousness, is far more intense and direct than passively enduring pain.
He failed several times due to mental shock, and even nearly suffered serious injury from the backlash.
But how resolute was Dongfang Jing's will?
If you fail, start over; if you suffer a backlash, suppress it.
He set a rigorous training plan for himself:
In reality, one meditates to steadily improve soul power and train physical fitness; in the Hall of a Thousand Mirrors, one wholeheartedly comprehends and attempts to actively control the power of "Mirror Body Splitting Soul".
Two years of arduous study, without interruption through cold or heat.
At this moment, inside the Hall of a Thousand Mirrors.
Dongfang Jing stood still as a pine tree, a confident smile slowly curving his lips.
He raised one hand to his chest, forming a mudra—
next moment,
His body, starting from his fingertips, instantly disintegrated into countless crystal-clear, sharp-edged yet subdued shards of mirror!
These shards of mirror floated in the spot where he had been standing, trembling slightly.
If a gentle breeze were to blow at this moment,
They will surely flutter and dance as lightly as falling ice crystal petals!
However, there was no breeze.
Just moments later, all the shattered mirrors were drawn together by an invisible force, suddenly converging inwards! They were perfectly pieced together and reshaped!
Dongfang Jing's figure reappeared clearly and without error.