Chapter 131: Hall Of Nine Mirrors- Jiang Feng's Strength

The Hall of Nine Mirrors was a place of legend, a sanctum where the ruling clans of the upper realms convened to discuss matters that shaped the fate of the immortal world. It was said to be a structure older than most of the oldest families, built by the first immortals who neared godhood as a meeting ground for those who would inherit their legacy. The hall was a vast, circular chamber with walls made of nine towering mirrors, each one reflecting not the physical world but the essence of the realms they represented. The mirrors shimmered with an otherworldly light, their surfaces rippling like water, revealing glimpses of distant lands, ancient battles, and futures yet to unfold. The air within the hall was thick with the weight of history, and the floor was inscribed with intricate runes that pulsed faintly, as if alive.

At the center of the hall stood a massive circular table, carved from a single piece of celestial jade. Around it sat the elders of the ruling clans, their robes woven from starlight and shadow, their faces etched with the wisdom and weariness of countless millennia. The Hall of Nine Mirrors was not a place for the faint of heart; it was where the most powerful beings in the immortal realm gathered to decide the fate of worlds. And now, as whispers of the ten flames spread like wildfire, the hall was filled with a tension so palpable it seemed to crackle in the air.

Elder Xuan, his voice cracking like dry parchment, broke the silence. "The Skyforge Flame has awakened in the Obsidian Woodlands, a remote location in the ten thousand lower realms. The Jiang Clan's heir has claimed his birthright. The first spark is lit." His words hung in the air, heavy with implication. The elders exchanged uneasy glances, their fingers tracing the glowing sigils of the ten flames on the ancient maps spread across the table.

Lady Mei Ling of the Mei Family stepped forward, her three eyes—azure, crimson, and void-black—narrowing as she spoke. "The Three Eyes Illusionary Flame stirs in our ancestral vaults. Last night, it consumed three elders who dared to touch its seal. Mirage Trioculus does not choose heirs—it devours the unworthy. I hope this time will be different, and one of our juniors will gain its acknowledgment." Her voice was calm, but the tension in her stance betrayed her unease. The Mei Clan had long guarded the Illusion Flame, but its sudden awakening was a sign that even they could not control the forces now at play.

Far above, in the Celestial Peaks where the heavens kissed the earth, a figure cloaked in robes of shifting mist stood before a mirror that reflected not his face, but the swirling chaos of the Golden Crow Flame. "The Sun God's legacy burns anew," he murmured, his voice echoing with the weight of ages. "The Huang Clan rises once more, and the heavens themselves tremble, we will take back what's rightful ours, Jiang Clan how dare you!!."

In the depths of the Violet Abyss, where the Mo Family's citadel floated atop a sea of liquid shadow, a scholar named Kai knelt before a fissure in the void. From it seeped the Abyssal Void Flame, its tendrils whispering secrets older than time. "They're not mere flames," Kai breathed, his notes scattering as the darkness consumed him. "They're souls. The gods didn't vanish—they died. And their essence... it's alive." His revelation sent shockwaves through the upper realms, as the true nature of the flames became clear.

Meanwhile, in the ruins of the God Realm's shattered throne, a figure cloaked in tattered divinity watched the chaos unfold. Its form shifted—sometimes a warrior, sometimes a storm, sometimes a child. The last surviving god, or something worse. "They think the flames will save them," it mused, plucking a thread from the tapestry of fate. The thread disintegrated, revealing Jiang Feng's face. "But fire only begets ash. Let them fight. Let them burn. When the Ten Flames collide... the true reckoning will begin and only one sovereign shall remain."

The stage was set. The Ten Flames were more than weapons—they were keys to a door that should never be opened. Jiang Feng's Skyforge Flame was just the first spark. As alliances fractured and ancient clans resurfaced, the Immortal Realm would learn a harsh truth: even gods could be vengeful corpses. And their souls... were very much alive. The Hall of Nine Mirrors, once a place of unity and wisdom, now stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of a new age. The mirrors reflected not the present, but the chaos yet to come, and the elders knew that the world they had built was on the brink of collapse yet again.

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The air in the Obsidian Waterfall Realm crackled like a live wire, charged with the collective energy of the gathered prodigies. Jiang Feng stood at the epicenter, his draconic scales shimmering under the fractured light of the realm. The Skyforge Flame coiled around his arm like a serpent, its heat warping the air, while the golden wings of the Great Sun stretched from his back, casting long, molten shadows. His celestial dagger—heavy even for his enhanced strength—vibrated in his hand, its glow pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat. Across the frozen battlefield, the others circled like wolves, their killing intent intertwining with the howling winds.

Cheng Yutian moved first.

The Little Sword Emperor's blade flashed, and the world itself seemed to split. A thousand swords materialized from his Sword Emperor City, raining down like silver comets. But Jiang Feng didn't flinch. With a roar, the Skyforge Flame erupted from his palm, forming a swirling vortex that devoured the blades mid-air, melting them into molten slag and sword Qi.

"Is that all?" Jiang Feng taunted, his voice echoing with the resonance of his two flames.

Cheng Yutian's eyes narrowed, as he took a deep breath and focused inward. "You'll regret underestimating the Sword Dao."

Place his sword hand down, then with a shout his spirit projection—the Broken God Sword—materialized behind him, a colossal blade cracked down the middle, bleeding raw spiritual energy and filled with old age. The ground fissured as Cheng Yutian swung it downward, the sky shook frantically as the dozens of sword projections identical to his God Sword rained down, Jiang Feng had to meet the strikes head-on. The celestial dagger clashed against the projection, sparks flying as his dragon scales glowed crimson black under the strain and onslaught.

"Breaking Dawn!" Jiang Feng's left hand glowed a bright yellow light before he thunder and punched, his draconic bloodline roared inside his blood vessels as his body was instantly filled with so much strength he couldn't help but shout!

BOOM!!!

The sky was instantly filled with a bright light mixed with yellow and blue flames that covered the raining swords and caused a loud explosion.

To Jiang Feng's left, the battlefield erupted in poison. Ren Xiangfeng's laughter slithered through the chaos as his Tree of Poison Roots Projection burst from the ground, its gnarled branches spewing emerald vapors as it covered his surroundings in a green fog, even his eyes turned green, as his Golden Core rotated frantically. Ji Moran reacted instantly, her Rebirth Phoenix spirit projection shrieking as it took flight. Frost radiated from her palms, crystallizing the poison mid-air.

"You think ice can counter decay?" Ren Xiangfeng sneered, vines lashing toward her, as he took a step forward, his fingers like a spear stabbing towards her.

"No," Ji Moran said coldly. "But this can."

A massive icy tree took form behind her back—a manifestation that would accompany Lunara Glacies towered on the battlefield and slammed its roots into the earth. Glaciers erupted, impaling the poison tree's branches while the ice Phoenix bolted towards him. Yet Ren Xiangfeng only grinned wider as he was forced to pull back his hand mid charge, his body dissolving into the toxic mist. "You'll choke on your pride, little phoenix."

Han Yunfei and Ling Meixue moved as shadows.

Ling Meixue's materialized her Red Phantom Banshee projection which sent a sound wave rocking the battlefield, the Phantom looked like a crying old lady with sharp teeth—a spectral giant with chains dripping blood—while Han Yunfei's whipblade crackled with the eerie crimson light of his Ghost of Ten Hells Projection, an eerie project of himself with ten blades stuck in its face. They flanked Shi Yan, whose

Water Tomb Spirit projection had flooded the terrain, turning the ice domain into a swirling maelstrom.

Shi Yan's Water Tomb was as its name suggested, a tomb made entirely of water that surrounded her body in layers of protection.

"Drown them!" Shi Yan commanded, her voice echoing from the depths.

Waves taller than mountains crashed toward Ling Meixue and Han Yunfei, causing the two to spread their arms wide as they used their projections to crush through the raging tides and slowly backed up. Jiang Feng swiftly back off as he realized that Shi Yan had also targeted him as well. He had to quickly spread his golden crow wings, soaring upward. The Skyforge Flame vortex roared to life beneath him, evaporating the onslaught into steam. Yet Ling Meixue was already upon him, her twin shard daggers aiming for his throat.

"Your flames can't burn shadows, die!" she hissed.  Behind her, her Red Phantom Banshee opened its large mouth and screamed.

AAAAHHHH!!!!!

Jiang Feng had to twist mind flight as the scales on his body shook, reducing the impacts of the sound waves. "But light can."

The Golden Crow wings flared, blinding radiance erupting in all directions with a raging heatwave. Ling Meixue instantly recoiled, her ghostly projection shrieking as its chains melted. Han Yunfei's whipblade lashed out in retaliation it was accompanied by the force of his spirit projection which sent ripples in the air, but Jiang Feng pivoted, using the celestial dagger to deflect the strike. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the realm and sending him flying backwards.

Ren Xiangfeng seized the moment.

Emerging from his poison mist, he lunged at Ji Moran once more, roots sprouting from his fists and dripping with poison, he was instantly upon Ji Moran who had to defend herself against Shi Yan's tidal waves. But before they could connect, a deafening screech split the air.

Jiang Feng's Skyforge Fairy and Golden Crow spirit projections erupted into being—twin entities of fire and fury. The Golden Crow's wings fanned the Skyforge Flame into an inferno, while the Fairy weaved threads of primordial fire into a three way net vortex, ensnaring Ren Xiangfeng's roots, head and spirit projection.

The battlefield instantly stilled.

Even Cheng Yutian paused, his Broken God Sword trembling, after finally realizing that Jiang Feng's blue flames were actually not the same entity as his yellow flames. "Two spirit projections...? Impossible!"

Jiang Feng landed gracefully, his draconic scales flickering between black and crimson due to the heat temperature his body was under. "You call yourselves geniuses," he said, voice dripping with cold intent. "Yet none of you understand true power."

Shi Yan's Water Tomb churned violently, her composure cracking. "He's a monster..."

Ling Meixue's Red Phantom Banshee writhed, its chains reforging slowly. "We need to end this. Together."

Han Yunfei nodded, his Ghost of the Ten Hells bleeding into his whipblade until it glowed like a dying star. Cheng Yutian hefted the Broken God Sword, its cracks pulsing with unstable energy. Ren Xiangfeng, still smoldering from the Skyforge Flame, spat blood but grinned. "Let's see your flames extinguish this."

The six fighters converged, their spirit projections colliding in a cataclysmic symphony of elements. The Obsidian Waterfall Realm trembled, its fabric tearing under the strain as the chain high above cracked back and forth, absorbing what seems to be white mist that rose from the battlefield below.

Ji Moran soared above the chaos, her Phoenix crying out as it dueled Shi Yan's Water Tomb. Frost and tidal waves clashed, each neutralizing the other in bursts of shattered ice and scattered water. But her eyes kept flicking to Jiang Feng.

He's holding back, she realized. Even now, his celestial dagger remained in his hand and not sent flying out, nor had he used the gate of death or the Aetherion dragon.

Jiang Feng met the combined assault with a roar.

The Golden Crow dive- its sights set on Cheng Yutian, its talons raking the Broken God Sword, while the Skyforge Fairy dueled Ling Meixue's phantom. Han Yunfei's whipblade coiled around Jiang Feng's arm, but dragon scales hardened, snapping the weapon's edge.  One had to remember that Jiang Feng's Essence lake was now a staggering twenty thousand meters, something that's unprecedented in the current era.

"Pathetic," Jiang Feng growled.

With a surge of solar energy, he unsheathed the celestial dagger. The ground beneath him cratered, its weight distorting gravity itself. Ren Xiangfeng lunged, poison roots aimed at his heart—but Jiang Feng moved faster.

The dagger flashed.

A crescent of pure Skyforge Flame cleaved through Ren Xiangfeng's torso, vaporizing poison, flesh, and spirit alike. The Verdant Sky City prodigy screamed as his body disintegrated, his ring flaring before he vanished.

"One down," Jiang Feng said coldly, his ring's number leaping to 174, which show how much points Ren Xiangfeng was worth.