Shocking the Immortal Realm, The Tribulation Strikes

"Jie jie jie!"

The sinister laughter of Revered Mingguang echoed through the grand hall. This moment, this strike of fate, now rested entirely in his hands. The attention of all present was on him, and he relished the moment.

After a brief pause, under the watchful and tense gazes of Mingfeng and the others, he extended both hands into the void and summoned forth an immortal treasure emanating a misty radiance of immortal light.

The object appeared ancient and weathered, its appearance plain and unremarkable—a figure seemingly crafted from clay. It looked like the clumsy handiwork of a child, awkwardly misshapen and utterly devoid of aesthetic appeal.

"Could this be… the Soul-Reflecting Demon Effigy?"

Upon seeing this item, the gathered earth immortals in the hall displayed expressions of shock. Someone recognized the origins of the treasure and asked with suspicion and uncertainty.

To this, Revered Mingguang let out a cold laugh and replied,