Abstract Little Fang, Myriad Mysteries Ring

"I can be knocked down, but I will never be defeated!"

"Fighting nine versions of myself? I’ve done it before—hell, I’ve even fought ten!"

"So what if they’re a bit stronger, faster, and more numerous? Fight me one-on-one if you dare!"

"Chaotic Turtle-Style Fists, the Divine Insight Finger’s Millennium Strike..."

"Flower-Shifting Ghost Possession, Three Thousand Thunder Steps in Reverse Chaos..."

"Self-Transcendence Lotus Slam, Indestructible Flesh Cannon Impact... ugh—!"

Inside the mirror realm, Little Fang was once again sent flying by an elbow strike from his mirror clone. He lay sprawled on the ground, struggling to get up, yet still defiantly raised a middle finger and weakly shouted:

"Great Barren... Finger!"

Before he could finish, Little Fang blacked out again.

As usual, the mirror space released dense primordial spiritual energy, rapidly healing his injuries, replenishing his depleted mana, and restoring his condition—just so it could keep beating him up!

Admittedly, after three days and nights of relentless battle, Little Fang had gone from shattering at the first hit to now lasting ten rounds!

While taking on nine enhanced mirror clones was still too much, he was absolutely confident he could defeat three!

If this kept up, he’d eventually overcome these overpowered versions of himself.

But time was running out.

Thanks to his exceptional luck as the first challenger, his outstanding performance had caught the attention of the treasure’s artifact spirit. Without fully clearing the fourth trial of the Ten Thousand Treasures Labyrinth, he was directly teleported to the fifth trial—the "Abyss of the Scales."

This meant he never even saw the termination stele of the fourth trial, let alone left an encrypted message on it.

This oversight led Chen Yi to a grave misjudgment: believing Little Fang had been devoured by the labyrinth, leaving no trace behind. Enraged, Chen Yi unleashed his fury!

To Chen Yi, a Chaos Supreme Treasure was desirable, but such treasures were fickle—dependent on fate and the artifact spirit’s whims. No matter how well one performed, if the spirit disliked them, it was all for nothing!

The little golden dragon was a prime example. Among countless outstanding candidates, it had taken a liking to Ling Xiao and willingly submitted. But if it disliked someone, even a Celestial Emperor couldn’t lay a finger on it!

Little Fang was different. Compared to an uncontrollable Chaos Supreme Treasure, his abilities were undeniable. He was even a designated candidate for the Literary God of Wealth under the Purple Star Celestial Court’s Treasury Division!

Getting the treasure would be nice, but losing it was no real loss—after all, he’d never had it. But losing Little Fang? That was irreversible.

An unacceptable loss for the Purple Star Celestial Court!

So Chen Yi stopped pretending. He laid his cards on the table: he would make the entire treasure realm pay for Little Fang’s demise!

Now it was the artifact spirit’s turn to panic.

It had no idea about the bond between Chen Yi and Little Fang, nor that its decision to pull Little Fang ahead would trigger such dire consequences!

Originally, Chen Yi had been on its radar—exploiting loopholes in the rules was a skill in itself. But the man was just too wicked, bullying other challengers and disrupting their trials. That part, the spirit didn’t like.

So it planned to refine him in the fifth trial’s Abyss of the Scales. If that failed, it’d eject him empty-handed!

But who could’ve guessed this villain was so terrifyingly strong?!

On the surface, he seemed like a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal, half-step from the Dao Ancestor realm. So how could he possess such monstrous power?!

"Big Brother, a bad guy’s breaking in!"

"Can I trust you?"

"Can I really trust you?"

"I..."

The little girl with twin braids bit her lip, her gaze conflicted as she watched Fang Fan’s increasingly bizarre and erratic movements in the mirror realm. She was torn.

She wanted to choose Fang Fan, but the human heart was inscrutable. The deepest recesses of his mind remained shrouded in mist—she couldn’t see through him at all.

Yet if she didn’t choose him, she couldn’t escape her bonded space. And that villain below would soon force his way in... and he’d surely torment her.

What should she do?

"Sigh... If only I could break free from my bonded space like the Karma Wheel elder. But I lack the power to defy the rules..."

"Perhaps this is my fate. Big Brother, I’m coming..."

With a melancholic sigh, the braided girl’s figure slowly dissipated.

The next moment.

Fang Fan suddenly felt the mirror clones’ strength wane!

They were still slightly stronger than him, but no longer insurmountable.

"Hahaha, running out of steam?!"

"At this level, I could take you all with one hand tied!"

"Hey—ow! Cheap shot?!"

"Azure Sky Dragon’s Spine, Hip Twist Upholds Heaven and Earth!"

"Groin-Guarding Iron Mountain Charge, Reverse Hand Peach Theft, Whirlwind Bush Demolisher..."

Fang Fan’s movements grew increasingly absurd.

Yet this very absurdity made it impossible for the mirror clones—perfect replicas of his combat experience, just with boosted stats—to predict his moves. They were helpless against his relentless, divine strikes targeting their weaknesses!

Admittedly, only the original could truly exploit his own flaws. While the clones initially dominated, once Fang Fan embraced the chaos, they could only rely on brute stats to overwhelm him.

Now, with their stats secretly nerfed, their greatest advantage was gone. The ever-more-unhinged original began to look invincible!

Soon, the last clone fell. Fang Fan, who had been fighting upside down, righted himself and swept a disdainful gaze across the battlefield.

"Tch. Clones that only rely on stat boosts without real-time adaptation? Not even as good as Nightmare Spirits!"

The true horror of Nightmare Spirits was that no matter how absurd you were, they could always out-absurd you!

Low difficulty was trivial. Medium difficulty was manageable—flaws existed, and the Nightmare Spirit’s reactions weren’t instantaneous. Unexpected absurdity could still prevail.

But high difficulty? Ridiculous. With a vast combat database, no amount of weirdness could save you. You’d face a version of yourself that had fought countless challengers!

Earning a seat at the Purple Star’s monster table wasn’t for the faint of heart. Only a handful of freaks had ever cleared high difficulty.

As for hell difficulty... forget it.

"Big Brother, congratulations on passing the final trial!"

As the nine mirror clones vanished, the little girl’s ethereal voice echoed.

The mirror world shattered, and Fang Fan found himself back on the Heart’s Dao Platform.

At the platform’s center, a chaotic vortex rose, atop which floated the braided girl, smiling at him.

Whoosh—

Before Fang Fan could recover from the battle’s intensity, a wisp of chaotic energy surged into his body. It rampaged through his meridians before finally condensing into an enigmatic sigil between his brows.

A flood of information poured into his mind. After a brief mental freeze, his eyes widened in shock.

"A Chaos Supreme Treasure—the Myriad Phenomena Profound Ring?!"

As he chanted the true name of the treasure, the vast primordial spiritual energy within the secret realm came pouring in!