Re-birth: The Beginning after the End

Chapter 147 TESTING PART 2



As the morning deepened, the challenges intensified. Walls became floors, ceilings transformed into distant horizons, and space itself seemed to fold in impossible ways. The siblings adapted, drawing on everything they'd learned from the keepers. Lady He's barrier techniques, Lady Xu's spatial manipulation, Lady Wei's essence control, Old Guo's soul defenses, Old Tang's illusion mastery, and Old Xiao's movement arts—all merged into a seamless whole.

Their paths finally converged in a vast chamber that seemed to contain fragments of every trial they'd faced. Phantom beasts prowled the periphery, their forms shifting between physical and spiritual. Streams of raw elemental energy twisted through the air like living ribbons. Countless eyes, some barely visible and others blazing with power, tracked their every movement.

Li Wei responded by forging a False Core of masterful subtlety, one that marked him as a simple mortal barely worth noting. The deception was so complete that even the most sophisticated illusions simply slid past him, finding nothing of interest to engage with.

Li Hao pushed his techniques further, scattering his presence into six perfect duplicates. Each one moved with identical purpose, maintained its own Qi signature, and responded to the environment as though fully real. Even the chamber's ambient energy couldn't distinguish the true form from its reflections.

Li Hua achieved something rarer still—perfect stillness within motion. Her essence pressed into such absolute calm that she existed between the chamber's pulses of power. The Soul Reflection Barrier she maintained didn't just defend against mental probes; it became a lens that bent attention away from her entirely.

The chamber's final challenge erupted in terrifying splendor—a nine-headed Serpent wreathed in living light, its heads weaving patterns of deadly grace while spectral thorns erupted from the ground, seeking to ensnare both flesh and spirit. Through this lethal dance, the siblings flowed like water around stones. Each movement complemented the others, born from countless hours of shared training. Their coordination was so perfect that even as they evaded the Serpent's strikes and slipped through the maze of thorns, their concealment remained unbroken.

No illusion found purchase. No probe detected their cores. No attack disrupted their harmony. They had transcended simple technique, achieving something closer to artistry.

The chamber fell silent as the illusions faded like morning dew, revealing Old Xiao standing at its edge. His expression carried genuine satisfaction—a rare sight from one of the Sixth Realm's guardians. "Well done," he said, his voice carrying warmth beneath its usual restraint. "This hall is designed to expose weaknesses, yet you showed none that truly matter."

The siblings emerged from their concealment with practiced grace, their spirit beasts appearing from their own hiding places. Even Lei Lei and Dian Dian seemed to understand the significance of the moment, their usual playfulness tempered by quiet pride.

They followed Old Xiao back through corridors that now appeared stable and quiet. Emerging into the open air of the courtyard, they felt the realm's eternal twilight like a gentle blessing.

Outside, they caught their breath while their spirit beasts celebrated in their own ways. Lei Lei and Dian Dian released happy bursts of electricity that formed momentary constellations in the mist. Bai Ying shook out her frost-touched fur, creating a brief shower of ice crystals that sparkled in the grey light. Feng Yi called victory to the colorless sky, his cry carrying notes of pure joy.

Old Xiao watched this display with quiet appreciation before offering a slight bow. "I'll inform the other keepers of your progress," he said. "Keep refining these arts—they'll serve you well in the labyrinth." Then, true to his mastery, he merged with the mist and vanished without a trace.

The siblings settled beneath a silver-leafed tree whose branches seemed to sing in the realm's subtle breeze. Li Wei produced his gourd of Li Hua's spirit tea, the familiar ritual helping them transition from the intensity of training to a moment of peaceful reflection.

"We're nearly ready," Li Wei said, his voice carrying the quiet confidence of a scholar who has thoroughly prepared for an examination. "If we can handle Old Xiao's illusions with this level of control, the labyrinth's challenges won't break us."

Li Hao set down his own gourd, his expression unusually solemn. "The labyrinth will be different," he cautioned. "Its illusions don't just test our techniques—they reach deeper, targeting our fears, our memories, the shadows we've tried to leave behind." His fingers traced absent patterns in the air, fire and water essence swirling in his wake. "I've heard stories of cultivators who entered confident in their abilities, only to be broken by visions of their past failures."

Li Hua watched the steam rise from her gourd, remembering her vow to protect her brothers at any cost. The labyrinth might twist that devotion, she knew, forcing her to confront impossible choices or face phantoms crafted from her deepest fears. Yet when she spoke, her voice carried steady resolve. "We have each other," she said softly. "And everything the keepers have taught us. Whatever the labyrinth shows us, we won't face it alone."

A comfortable silence settled around them, broken only by Lei Lei and Dian Dian's occasional sparks and the whisper of Feng Yi's wings overhead. Bai Ying prowled the perimeter of their rest spot, her frost-touched presence a reminder of the power they'd gained since beginning their training in the Sixth Realm.

Li Wei studied the dregs in his cup, his scholar's mind already analyzing the morning's lessons. "Each keeper has shown us a different aspect of concealment," he observed. "Lady He's barriers, Lady Xu's spatial manipulation, Lady Wei's essence control—they're not just separate techniques anymore. They've become..." He paused, searching for the right words.

"A single art," Li Hua finished for him. "Like different brush strokes forming one painting."

Li Hao nodded, his usual exuberance tempered by understanding. "Old Tang showed us how to wear false identities like second skins. Old Guo taught us to defend our souls from spiritual intrusion. And Old Xiao..." He gestured at the training hall they'd just left. "He showed us how to maintain it all in motion."

The realm's bells chimed, their ethereal tones marking midday. The siblings rose as one, knowing more challenges awaited. Lady Wei might summon them for advanced Qi-harmonization drills, teaching them to blend their essence so completely with the environment that even the most sensitive spiritual probe would find nothing amiss. Or perhaps Old Guo would test their soul-defense techniques again, hurling psychic attacks designed to crack their mental barriers and expose their true natures.

Lady He might insist on another round of presence restriction exercises, forcing them to maintain multiple layers of concealment while she attempted to breach their defenses. Each test would push them further, honing their skills to the razor's edge they'd need for the labyrinth.

"No time to waste," Li Wei said, storing his gourd with practiced efficiency. Their short rest had refreshed them, but they couldn't afford to grow complacent. Not with the labyrinth's trial looming so close.

Li Hao stretched dramatically, his joints popping in a way that made Li Hua smile despite herself. Even after months of intense training, some things about her brother never changed. "I'll be grateful when we can sleep without worrying about surprise illusion attacks," he said, though his tone suggested he might actually miss the constant challenge.

"Focus on the present," Li Hua reminded them both, rising gracefully to her feet. "The labyrinth will come soon enough. For now, we perfect what we know."

Together they walked from the courtyard, their spirit beasts falling into familiar formation around them. The realm's grey architecture shifted and flowed around them like a living thing, its eternal mist curling through ancient stones with what almost felt like approval.

They felt no fear of what lay ahead. Months of training had transformed their techniques from learned skills into pure instinct, their trust in each other forged into unbreakable bonds. In mere days, they would stand before the labyrinth's gate, every art they'd mastered refined to perfection.

Beyond that threshold waited greater challenges than any they'd faced—and finally, the wider world where these skills might mean the difference between victory and defeat. But they would face it together, their combined strength greater than any individual power.

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