Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 816 - 631: Where’s the Pitfall+ - 632: Too Shameful
Chapter 816: Chapter 631: Where’s the Pitfall+Chapter 632: Too Shameful
"There actually isn’t any detailed information."
The Traveling Envoy’s face revealed a trace of awkwardness.
"Mr. Nine, to be honest with you, I truly don’t wish for the mission to fail either. After all, everyone shares in the glory. If the failure rate for regional missions is too high, it will ruin the Shadow Pavilion’s reputation, and in the future, no one will entrust missions to us anymore."
He paused and then continued: "Regarding this escort mission, I only know that the Da Xuan World suppresses Heaven and Earth Vital Energy, and the maximum combat power won’t exceed the Divine Martial Realm. However, to what extent this suppression is implemented—well, there’s absolutely no evidence to clarify that point."
"The Da Xuan World is already registered and numbered in the records. Haven’t you received other missions from this world before?"
Zhou Ping’an keenly sensed something amiss.
Perhaps the details of this mission are unclear, but given the size of the Shadow Pavilion, which seems to conduct military aid across various worlds, surely this Bing Chen 1315 World wouldn’t be known solely to Southern Lake’s Zhao Family, which has its connections to the Shadow Pavilion?
Even in his current world, Zhou Ping’an knew he wasn’t the first person to receive the Shadow Jade Tablet; he was, in fact, the third.
It was evident that this world engaged in widespread bets to fish for gains.
He absolutely did not believe that the Da Xuan World wouldn’t do the same.
"Actually, two or three missions had previously been received from this world; without exception, they all failed."
The Traveling Envoy hesitated for a moment before finally deciding to speak candidly.
In fact, he had already learned about Mr. Nine’s identity from an internal steward. The steward had repeatedly emphasized that Mr. Nine was an important client and needed to be treated with utmost caution...
He recalled a few things his colleague had mentioned.
The Traveling Envoy simply stated bluntly: "The danger is undoubtedly significant. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have offered Heavenly Star Stones as rewards. Based on my estimation, there is likely a certain unlisted restriction within the world rules, which is why previous Shadow Envoys were unable to return successfully from their missions."
"You mean they all died?"
Zhou Ping’an was surprised, but after thinking about it for a moment—not much of a leap, really. In these cross-world activities, failure essentially equates to death. When confronted with danger that was insurmountable, one couldn’t even summon reinforcements, as there was no way to do so.
From the fact that deaths occurred in previous missions, this much was evident.
Mission personnel probably couldn’t perceive the actual dangers, believing that they could rely on their own strength to pass through.
In the end, they carelessly died while carrying out the mission.
This demonstrated one thing: Under the environment of the Da Xuan World, things didn’t appear dangerous on the surface. This caused mission personnel to overlook the possibility of withdrawing early.
By the time they realized the mission couldn’t be completed, it was already too late.
This suggested that the underlying dangers of the environment on the other side were still within a controllable range.
As long as one restrained greed and was not blinded by the temporary safety...
"Is the return process instantaneous?"
"It requires three breaths’ worth of incantation recitation."
The Traveling Envoy explained with a slight touch of awkwardness, "The return primarily involves invoking the great power of the Shadow Pavilion, which requires a bit of time to operate. Additionally, it necessitates reciting the spell in a specific tone and rhythm to properly establish the connection."
Understood—it’s a matter of frequency and wavelength.
Zhou Ping’an, using his own knowledge to interpret this, realized what reciting the spell was all about.
It was simply an invocation of one’s true name, a method of resonating at the same frequency.
This was an excellent mechanism to prevent accidental activation and to distinguish between friend and foe.
He immediately sought instruction from the Traveling Envoy to learn the forty-nine syllables of the intricate, tongue-twisting spell, practiced it mentally several times, recited it aloud, and confirmed he could sense a magical ripple.
"Let’s go. I’m pressed for time."
After carefully rereading the mission details, Zhou Ping’an nodded and decided to proceed with it regardless.
From his perspective, as long as the return could be initiated at any moment and he didn’t encounter adversaries capable of preventing him from reciting the spell, there wouldn’t be too much risk involved.
More importantly, he trusted in the abilities of his Yin Yang Mirror. If things became excessively dangerous, he could retreat into the space within the mirror, thereby reclaiming opportunities for maneuvering.
Thinking it through, it didn’t seem so perilous.
Alright then—off he went.
After depositing a guarantee of one thousand incense offerings, Zhou Ping’an began reciting the spell. With a "whoosh," his vision blurred violently, and suddenly, he felt as though he were plunged into the chaotic whirl of a high-speed blender, experiencing relentless tumult.
It was as if his internal organs were nearly twisted out of shape.
At this moment, regardless of whether one had a robust or frail body, there was no resisting this disorienting sensation that seeped deep into the soul.
"Ugh..."
Finally, after once again seeing clear daylight, Zhou Ping’an stood on solid ground. His first action was to bend over and retch.
After gagging a few times, he took a heavy breath and gradually recovered.
Touching the Jade Tablet on his body, Zhou Ping’an spat silently to himself.
If his Broken Mirror’s spatial traversal was akin to flying an airplane, then the Subduing Demon Order’s traversal was riding a car. As for this Jade Tablet—it was a bicycle.
The disparity in quality was immediately apparent.
And they claimed to be a force spanning All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds? That hardly seemed financially lavish, did it?
Even the transportation tool was so low-grade.
However, upon deeper reflection, it made sense.
Take his own mirror, whose level was immeasurably high; or even the Nine Sons Subduing Demon Order, which was likely an exceptional artifact sparsely distributed.
Meanwhile, this so-called Jade Tablet was probably handed out to anyone who sought one. Considering that, its lack of quality was understandable.
Fengwei County City, Southern Lake’s Zhao Family.
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