Chapter 750 – Three Thousand Mirror Ruins 17

Chapter 750 – Three Thousand Mirror Ruins 17

The psychic power left behind by the original body’s parents had already vanished from this door. After Mo Lan imprinted it with her own psychic power to claim ownership, she finally opened the door.

Inside the training room, there was a quiet chamber equipped with psychic power observation devices, specialized instruments for testing psychic power levels, a body-tempering room where one could prepare medicinal baths for body conditioning, various exercise equipment to enhance body-tempering results, and even a magic training room and a martial arts training room.

Compared to the training facilities at Starlight Building, the only difference was its smaller scale — in terms of variety, it was not lacking in the slightest.

However, Mo Lan paid no attention to these things for now. Following the original body’s memories, she found the changing area and located an oval full-length mirror hanging there.

This mirror stood about two meters tall and was the largest mirror in the house. It also served as the family’s safe and treasure vault.

The space inside was even larger than the combined capacity of all three family members’ personal storage mirrors. Most importantly, this was a storage mirror with time stasis inside — anything placed within it needn’t worry about deterioration. Its only drawback was that the mirror was too large to carry around.

When Mo Lan claimed ownership and looked inside, she instantly felt she had underestimated the original body’s parents’ wealth.

Setting aside the mountain of high-denomination mirror coins, there were piles upon piles of body-tempering medicinal ingredients, beast cores of every attribute ranging from one-star to six-star sorted into separate heaps, and one piece of mind jade for each rank from one-star to six-star.

Even books filled an entire bookshelf — all texts related to Mirror Explorers.

Mo Lan also found a letter left behind by the original body’s parents.

“Little Mo Lan, by the time you see this letter, we should already be gone from this world.

We’re sorry we couldn’t be there to watch you grow up and see you take the talent assessment with our own eyes.

But at least we’ve saved up some things for you, so you won’t have to struggle through the early stages of cultivation due to lack of resources the way we once did!

Once you get the mind jades, imprint each one with your psychic power to claim ownership right away. That way, even if someone steals them, they won’t be able to use them, and no one will bother targeting them.

Don’t take out too many beast cores at once — just take what you currently need. Don’t carry anything too valuable on your person, lest you attract others’ covetous eyes.

The beast cores stored separately in boxes are for you to extract skills from. The rest are for you to use when casting those skills. Be careful to distinguish and sort through them.

While cultivating your psychic power, don’t neglect body tempering either. In the early stages, skill intensity isn’t high, and a strong, agile body can sometimes boost your combat effectiveness even more. Later on, if your body isn’t strong enough to withstand the pressure from mind jades, your psychic power cultivation will be hindered too.

We’ve prepared enough body-tempering materials to last you through six-star. Remember to use them.

And those mirror coins should last you a very long time. We hope these things can take our place and accompany you further down the road…”

The letter didn’t contain a single word of “love,” yet every sentence was filled with the original body’s parents’ care for her.

They had worked themselves to the bone, leaving precious little time to spend with the original body — not because they didn’t care about their daughter, but because they wanted to ensure her future cultivation path wouldn’t be as grueling as theirs.

They had long foreseen that one day they would die during a mirror space exploration, which was exactly why they had left this letter in advance.

Every single resource here had been earned at the risk of their lives, saved up for the original body.

Back on pre-apocalypse Earth, it was hard to say whether parental presence or resources mattered more. But in the Three Thousand Mirror Ruins World, from what Mo Lan had seen, without resources, even those with good talent could only accept others’ sponsorship and work for them first.

It was precisely because they knew the pain of cultivating without resources that they had willingly joined the Pioneering Corps — with its extraordinarily high mortality rate — risking their lives to explore dangerous mirror spaces, all to save up cultivation resources for their daughter.

The original body’s parents had thought of everything for her!

What a pity… the original body had died before the talent assessment, never seeing this letter at all. In her final memories, she still believed her parents cared more about their own work than about her, their daughter.

Mo Lan had inherited the original body’s identity and memories. Though she hadn’t inherited her emotions, reading this letter still left her feeling a pang of regret on the girl’s behalf.

“That’s right! There’s still the Soul Summoning spell!”

The Witch Necromancy Magic’s Soul Summoning spell could briefly call back the soul of someone who had recently died and not yet dissipated, allowing one to speak with them.

The original body had only been dead for a few days, and Mo Lan’s Soul Summoning was already at Third Rank level — it should succeed.

Though she couldn’t change a death that had already occurred, she could at least let that girl know the truth.

Mo Lan sealed the training room and cast the Soul Summoning spell in front of the mirror.

A blinding burst of white light erupted before her, and a semi-transparent figure slowly materialized.

The young girl’s soul wore the same clothes she had died in. Her features were identical to Mo Lan’s current appearance, except tinged with an unnatural purple hue, her eyes still frozen in the confusion and pain of the moment of death.

“I… where is…” The soul looked around in bewilderment, then suddenly froze when she saw Mo Lan. “Who are you? Why…”

Mo Lan gently held up the letter. “This is a letter your parents left for you. Go on, read it.”

The original body’s soul had countless questions, but she had been summoned back by Mo Lan’s magic and had no ability to resist her commands. She obeyed instinctively.

Her hollow gaze gradually focused, her lips moving soundlessly, as if silently reading her parents’ final words character by character.

“They… all along… it was all for me?”

The original body’s soul spoke in a voice like wind rustling through dried leaves, trembling with disbelief.

Her gaze swept across the projection within the mirror. So all those years her parents had been too busy to be seen — they had been preparing all of this for her!

Transparent teardrops slid down her cheeks. Mo Lan’s eyes lit up, and she quickly produced a crystal vial to catch them.

Ghost tears were precious materials! Clack would definitely love them.

An unexpected bonus.

“???” The original body froze, then suddenly remembered something. “You’re the person that voice mentioned — the one who would live on in my place?”

Now it was Mo Lan’s turn to be curious. “What voice?”

“When I was about to die, a voice told me that if I gave it my memories and identity, it would find someone to live on in my place. In return, it would make my soul stronger, so that when I reincarnated, my innate psychic power would be higher!

I had originally gone to buy hollow-knowledge mushrooms specifically for the talent assessment, but I never expected them to be hollow-knowledge spotted fungi, and I lost my life because of it.

I was going to die anyway. All I had to give up were memories and an identity, in exchange for better talent in my next life — I agreed without a moment’s hesitation.

I had no friends, my family was already gone, and there was nothing in this world I was attached to.

I actually felt a bit bad about it — leaving such a lousy identity to whoever took my place!”

The original body lowered her head sheepishly.

“Your identity is wonderful! It’s been an enormous help to me!” Mo Lan said with genuine sincerity.

No complicated social relationships, a substantial inheritance, right at the starting stage of cultivation — what identity could possibly suit her better than this?