Forbidden items are rare and ominous ons or artifacts imbued with Death Qi, harnessing the raw power of death itself.

  Such items are typically wielded by dark mages, Soul Reapers, or neancers—practitioners of the dark arts who walk the fine liween life and the afterlife.

  However, these artifacts are strictly prohibited by the rest of the world, feared for the devastating sequehey bring.

  The use of these forbidden items es at a terrible price. For those who ck Death Qi within their cultivation, the items demand something far more precious—either the wielder's life force reater, often bloodier, sacrifice.

  The sinister energies within these artifacts are uing, feeding on their user until the debt is paid in full, leaving ruin in their wake.

  The Phantom Mirror of Yore is a powerful and forbidden artifact, ohat taps into the darkest ers of the soul. It draws upon the user's ive energy—emotions like rage, sorrow, and hatred—to summon malevolent spirits.

  The strohese ive emotions, the more powerful evil spirits are summohese spirits are not mere phantoms; they are the souls of those who have died but could not let go of their deep-seated hatred or unfulfilled desires in the immortal world.

  Their bitterness has transformed them into evil spirits, and upoh, they are transported to the eerie domain known as the Phantom Realm, where all suented entities reside.

  Those who wield the Phantom Mirror and these evil spirits to serve them, using their immense power for any purpose they desire—be it battle, prote, or dark magic.

  However, the boween the summoner and the evil spirit demands a price. For simple tasks, the spirit drains the summoner's life force.

  Te a deeper tract, the summoner must help the spirit fulfill its lingering hatred, regret, or unfinished busihat binds it to the living world.

  Only ohese lingering grievances are satisfied the spirit traheir tortured existence.

  When an evil spirit's wish is finally fulfilled, they undergo a transformation, shedding the malice that oned them. In that moment, they bee a natural spirit, freed from their burdens.

  They are then transported to the Spirit Realm, a pce of pead harmony, where they rest, or, in some cases, be reinated into a new life, starting their journey afresh.

  If not, their soul fiernal rest, free from the torments of their past existence.

  The Phantom Mirror, though an incredible tool, is a double-edged sword, demanding not only mastery over dark forces but also a willio front and resolve the deepest agonies of the spirits it calls forth.

  As Reon watched Ming Yuen prepare to unleash the Phantom Mirror of Yore, a deep sense of dread tightened in his chest.

  His mind raced through the events of the inal novel, where Ming Yuen had used this very artifact, but under vastly different circumstances.

  Iory, Ming Yuen had already advao the Intermediate Stage of his Rare-Grade sword teique, his strength siderably greater.

  Evehe power of the mirror had been overwhelming, leaving him in a a for two long months.

  But now—things were different. Ming Yuen was weaker, his mastery far from the level he'd reached in the novel, a he was about to wield this dangerous artifact far earlier than intended.

  The sequences could be catastrophic. A cold wave of fear swept over Reon as the grim possibilities dawned on him.

  The strain of summoning such a powerful spirit with Ming Yuen's current abilities might do far more than incapacitate him—it could utterly destroy him.

  Worse still, the etlefield could be ed by the mirror's cursed power, its dark energy spiraling out of trol.

  If Ming Yuen overreached, he might not survive, or worse, be lost within the mirror's cursed realm. What if he couldn't even attend the Inner Sect Disciple Sele Ceremony?

  The very path that shaped his future could be shattered, all because he had summohe Phantom Mirror too soon.

  But before Reon could utter a word, Ming Yuen had already activated the artifact. A chilling wind swept through the battlefield as the Phantom Mirror of Yore unleashed its power, casting an eerie, unnatural glow across the ground.

  "Everyone, get back! It's dangerous!" Reon's voice rang out with urgency, cutting through the rising tension.

  His warning snapped everyoo attention, and without hesitation, the crowd quickly backed away from the fight se, retreating to a safer distance as the air around Ming Yuen darkened with ominous energy.

  Dark tendrils of ominous energy spiraled out from the mirror, twisting and writhing like living shadows.

  The air grew thick with malevolent i, and in an instant, a t figure began to materialize—a spectral form, cloaked in hatred, its eyes glowing with a sinister light as the evil spirit tore its way into the world.

  Yang Lie's eyes widened in shock as he beheld the entity before him, a twisted form radiating pure malevolent energy. It took only a moment for him t—a powerful evil spirit.

  Panic flickered through him as he remembered the terrifying truth: physical attacks were useless against such beings.

  Cold sweat trickled down his back as the realization sank in—he was in grave danger, fag a foe far beyond the realm of ordinary bat.