Chapter 806 – Three Thousand Mirror Ruins 73

Chapter 806 – Three Thousand Mirror Ruins 73

Discovery after discovery, rejection after rejection.

These naturally-formed objects with mirror-like properties showed no reaction whatsoever to her psychic power intrusion.

The luck spell had guided her toward reflective bodies with “mirror” characteristics, but none of them were what she was looking for.

The feedback from the Pathseeking Spell was vague and unclear, pointing toward the entire space rather than any specific point.

The Fortune-Telling Spell indicated no danger, but neither did it suggest any particular opportunity.

The Clairvoyance Spell was as if shrouded in dense fog, yielding no clear revelations.

“Searching like this won’t work.”

Mo Lan leaned against the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, letting out a soft breath, a trace of undisguisable worry between her brows.

The search for the mirror space’s core had exceeded her expectations. A full two weeks of sleepless, relentless high-intensity exploration, yet progress had been negligible.

This secret realm extended far beyond the woodlands, streams, and ponds before her eyes — the underground portion where roots intertwined was likely even more vast.

At this rate, completing a thorough carpet search before the start of term was nothing but a fool’s dream.

Just as she was deep in thought devising a new strategy, beneath the soft moss at her feet, a thick root of the Moss-Forest Guardian — covered in deep green moss and fungi — slowly writhed, like the pulse of a sleeping giant.

She had witnessed this scene countless times over the past days, but at this moment, it struck her mind like a bolt of lightning.

The roots of this Moss-Forest Guardian had likely long since silently spread and permeated into every corner of the moss-covered forest.

When it came to understanding this mirror space, who could possibly compare to this seven-star mirror beast that spanned nearly the entire secret realm?

The mirror beasts of the Three Thousand Mirror Ruins World harbored powerful energy within their flesh and beast cores, yet there had never been any accounts of them developing true intelligence.

Though this Moss-Forest Guardian was a seven-star plant-attribute mirror beast with roots spanning the entire territory, it likely still possessed only the survival instincts of guarding its domain and absorbing energy — without the capacity for thought or communication.

“But… that’s fine.”

For it to have grown to such a scale, its existence must span an unimaginably vast stretch of time.

It was, in itself, a living history book recording the changes of the moss-covered forest!

The Witch Magic spell Tree Friend could not only communicate with ancient trees, but also awaken their spiritual awareness!

And at Fifth Rank, Tree Friend’s effects were even stronger — capable of friendly communication with all plant life and enhancing their spiritual awareness.

For younger plants lacking spiritual awareness, one could even skip the communication step entirely and directly read their memories as plants.

Rather than stumbling around aimlessly like a headless fly, why not try asking the oldest “resident” of this land itself?

The only concern now was whether Tree Friend would have no effect on a plant-attribute mirror beast.

With this thought, Mo Lan dug away the green moss on the ground, found one of the Moss-Forest Guardian’s underground roots, and cast a Fifth Rank Tree Friend upon it.

In an instant, an indescribable, vast yet hazy awareness fed back to her through her Mana!

The anticipated resistance never materialized.

Not only did Tree Friend not fail — its effect was surprisingly excellent!

What she sensed was no longer the chaotic, barely-conscious awareness of an ordinary plant, but something far deeper, far more immense, yet intimately connected to the forest and the earth.

Though this spiritual awareness was newly born, it had been tempered by centuries upon centuries of time, making it older than even the most ancient of ordinary trees.

Within this spiritual awareness there were no complex thoughts or language, only the purest of emotions.

There was the pleasure of being soothed by pure natural energy, and gratitude for this goodwill and enlightenment.

“It worked!” A surge of delighted surprise filled Mo Lan’s heart.

Though the Moss-Forest Guardian was still a mirror beast, it retained the characteristics of a plant.

Moreover, it seemed to be even more receptive to Tree Friend’s spiritual awakening than ordinary plants — as if it should have developed spiritual awareness long ago and had only lacked a catalyst, and her Tree Friend had provided exactly that.

Mo Lan immediately focused her mind, transmitting her intent across the bridge constructed by Tree Friend.

She transformed her intention of finding the mirror space’s core into hazy images and pure emotional fluctuations, sending them toward the Moss-Forest Guardian.

She “depicted” smooth mirror surfaces, the ripples of spatial fluctuations, and the sense of something unique that sustained the entire secret realm’s existence.

At first, what fed back was only the warm, holistic pulse of the forest — the sound of flowing streams, the faint rustle of growing moss, the soft footsteps of Radiance Forest Deer wandering through.

But soon, as Mo Lan continued transmitting her intent and deepened the Tree Friend connection, that ancient awareness seemed to comprehend her request.

A more specific fragment of memory surged through the Tree Friend link and flooded into Mo Lan’s mind.

The perspective began low, pressed close to the ground.

All around was moist, energy-rich, fertile soil.

At the center of a hazy expanse suffused with faint green light, something lay quietly.

Its shape resembled a leaf, but its texture was decidedly not plant matter.

It was entirely a warm, lustrous silver, its surface smooth as the finest glazed glass, its edges naturally thin as a cicada’s wing. Even in the faint light of the memory, it faintly reflected the blurred images of the surrounding soil and roots, intimately connected to the very breath of the entire space.

The “protagonist” of this memory appeared to be the Moss-Forest Guardian when it was still small and tender. Its roots were carefully, almost instinctively, nestling against the silver “leaf” as they grew — like a seedling seeking a warm foundation.

It could feel the energy emanating from this “leaf” — an energy that brought comfort and stability. It was precisely this energy that made the soil here extraordinarily fertile and the surrounding moss extraordinarily lush.

Time flew rapidly through the fragments of memory. The Moss-Forest Guardian’s roots grew ever thicker, and slowly it wrapped and entwined itself around the silver leaf.

As its root system continued to grow, the silver leaf was buried deeper and deeper underground.

The memory fragment ended there abruptly.

Mo Lan snapped her eyes open, her breathing slightly quickened.

So the core of the moss-covered forest’s mirror space had been tightly wrapped and protected by the Moss-Forest Guardian’s roots from the very beginning, hidden deep beneath the pond.

No wonder she could find no trace of it no matter how she searched above ground.

She had a feeling — this time, she hadn’t searched in vain.

Mo Lan cast another Tree Friend, conveying to the Moss-Forest Guardian her desire for that “silver leaf.”

Before she could even promise to use Tree Friend more often to help enhance its spiritual awareness, the section of root lifted a small tip and tugged at the corner of her clothes, pulling her in a certain direction.

“You want me to go where your main body grows?”

The root nodded.

Mo Lan knew where its main body was — not far from here.

When she arrived at the large pond at the center of the moss-covered forest, the Moss-Forest Guardian — draped in heavy moss and vines — pulled up the roots it had buried deep underground and extended them before her.

The fine rootlets on the root spread open, revealing the silver leaf nestled within.

“For you~”