Chapter 657

Chapter 657: Treasure Mirror Upgrade

Fang Lie examined carefully and found the so-called Seven-Colored Treasure Mirror was crafted from special jade with ancient cloud patterns along its edges. Its design clearly indicated great antiquity—possibly even an ancient relic from primordial times.

Mo Qianxun explained, "The Seven-Colored Treasure Mirror was forged during the Mo Ancestor’s era. Its core material is Qinglan Treasure Jade mixed with sacred jade powder. Qinglan Jade, a ninth-rank material, was already rare in ancient times and nearly extinct now. It reacts intensely to shifts in Nascent Soul energy, changing color with even minor fluctuations. This made it ideal for crafting detection-type treasures."

"The Mo Sect originally made hundreds of these mirrors, all similar in function. But most were destroyed over countless battles—only three to five remain. The surviving mirrors all upgraded to eighth-rank and were installed on Eighth-Rank warships. Only this stubborn one refused to advance, driving me mad for years. I’d resigned myself to never seeing its upgrade… until you appeared with that heaven-defying treasure of yours. Consider this your lucky break!"

Thrilled by its origins, Fang Lie immediately began refining the mirror. Once bonded, treasures retain loyalty after upgrading and unleash full power.

Given Fang Lie’s current strength, refining a seventh-rank treasure took little time—especially since this was merely a mechanical component rather than a combat artifact. Barely over an hour later, the process concluded.

Guided by Mo Qianxun, they summoned the Netherworld warship and gathered at its control core.

Now came Mo Qianxun’s expertise. The Semi-Immortal calmly tossed the Blood River Sword skyward, binding it with sealing techniques to prevent resistance. With Fang Lie’s consent, he drew silvery flame from the warship’s core and directed it beneath the suspended sword.

The instant flame met blade, fire erupted like kindling meeting inferno. The sentient sword wailed mournfully, its vibrations rattling everyone’s minds as it strained against the flames.

Yet Mo Qianxun’s seals held firm—no eighth-rank treasure could breach a Semi-Immortal’s bindings. When escape proved impossible, the sword revealed its eighth-rank nature: transforming into a miniature dragon complete with scales, it clasped clawed hands and kowtowed desperately.

"Now you beg?" Mo Qianxun sneered. "When I sought to claim you earlier, you ignored me. Even if you surrendered now, I wouldn’t care!" He intensified the flames, making the sword shudder violently.

Mao Mao pleaded, "Master, it looks so pitiful. Can’t we spare it?"

"Pitiful?!" Mo Qianxun nearly choked. "This is the Blood River Sword—forged from Blood Sea ore steeped in eons of Hatred, tempered with millions of souls! Its birth required slaying its own creator to temporarily suppress its bloodlust. Reaching eighth-rank demanded billions slaughtered! Yet you pity this abomination?"

"Then why did you want it?" Mao Mao pressed.

Mo Qianxun’s cheeks reddened. "Nonsense! I’d never desire such a broken toy!" he blustered.

While Mo Lanyun and Mao Mao exchanged confused looks, Fang Lie and Mo Wanfang understood—the old man had been rejected and now saved face with false righteousness.

Cutting the discussion short, Mo Qianxun instructed Fang Lie to place the Seven-Colored Treasure Mirror into the eerie flames. The fire from the Blood River Sword carried a mysterious aura invisible to both eyes and divine sense.

Under Mo Qianxun’s control, the flames gently infused the mirror instead of burning it. Divine patterns flowed from the Semi-Immortal’s hands into the artifact, which hummed contentedly as it absorbed the energy.

For three days and nights, the group watched raptly—even Mo Wanfang rarely witnessed such high-level refining. The mirror’s aura swelled until, with a thunderous Spiritual Pressure burst, it shattered its original form.

When the disheveled observers regained their footing, they gaped at the transformed treasure: a human-sized eyeball with shifting crimson pupils, now radiating low-grade eighth-rank power.

"A mirror became… this?" Fang Lie grimaced.

"Fool!" Mo Qianxun snapped. "Eighth-rank treasures gain living forms to enhance power! Most become mighty demon beasts, but yours chose this."

Mo Lanyun protested, "It’s beautiful! The jade hues and blood-red pupils are striking!"

Mao Mao nodded shyly. Relenting, Fang Lie asked, "But has the Blood River Sword’s influence harmed it?"

After inspection, Mo Qianxun grinned. "Luck strikes again! It gained blood-energy detection—now it can find hidden foes by their life force alone, eliminating its former blind spot against motionless targets."

The original Seven-Colored Treasure Mirror had detected energy fluctuations and movement through seven Divine Lights. This eighth ability made it truly peerless—a scouting treasure without equal.