Only seven minutes remained, and the growing anxiety among the group began to intensify, sparking a fresh round of brainstorming. "It's ultimately false," Zhao Chenghuang began. "The mirror can replicate memories, temperament, and strength—but there's one thing it cannot copy!" "That is potential and talent. These are hidden attributes everyone possesses, which only emerge under specific circumstances, such as life-or-death crises." The crown prince of Taimei raised his chin, gazing at his counterpart beside him. "When we fight, whoever survives will be the true one." The other Zhao Chenghuang grew even more composed, his gaze more dismissive. "I thought so too." Hearing this, Red Chicken Brother was overjoyed. "We've always known this was the way—it's time we fought!" The two Red Chicken Brothers raised their arms and prepared to engage. In combat, the Fire Master is never outmatched; even the famed "Ancient War God," the Gushu Deity, has never proven more tenacious than the Fire Master. "Time's running out!" "Guan Ya stopped the two Hong Ji brothers, her mind racing at high speed: 'Is there an efficient, rapid way to unlock potential and assess innate talent?' Zhao Chenguang's suggestion isn't perfect, but the core logic holds true. 'Under the condition that both skills and items are sealed, combat truly is the best method.' Zhang Yuanqing shook his head, offered a brief evaluation, then fell silent, focusing intently on thinking. Sun Miao Miao called out: 'I have a spirit ghost within my body; the replica certainly doesn't.' As soon as she finished speaking, the other Sun Miao Miao beside her opened her mouth and expelled a stream of Tai Yin energy, which transformed into a series of spirit ghosts. The first Sun Miao Miao, who had just spoken, instantly went rigid in expression, forced to quietly send forth her spirit servants to prove her innocence. 'This room can even replicate us—why do you think it wouldn't be able to replicate spirit servants?' Tian Xia Gui, disappointed with the sixth water's intelligence, spoke rapidly: 'Have you read Journey to the West? Do you remember the story of the True and False Monkey King?' The six-ear monkey and the King of Heaven were exactly alike—no one could tell them apart, until the Buddha from the Western Heaven, whose powers reached far and wide, revealed the truth about the false monkey. While Tianxia Guihuo was still speaking, two red-chicken brothers beside him eagerly jumped in, taking turns to respond: "I know this—I know this! In fact, the real monkey had already died back then. He was proud and independent, and after the Buddha observed him for some time, he concluded that he wasn't destined to become a great figure. So, the Buddha sent the six-ear monkey to take his place. Dizhen, the only divine beast capable of distinguishing between the two true and false Monkey Kings, realized the Buddha's scheme but was too afraid to expose it. Instead, he claimed he was unwilling to offend the false monkey—though in truth, he was afraid of offending the Buddha himself." As the red-chicken brother finished speaking, Tianxia Guihuo kicked him off his feet with one foot, shouting, "We don't have time—just listen!" Tianxia Guihuo rarely got angry, unless he simply couldn't contain himself. He paid no further attention to the two Red Chicken brothers and continued: "What I'm saying is simple—the True and False Monkey Kings were identified by the Buddha, who relied entirely on sheer strength, with no tricks involved. The replica and the original are identical in personality, appearance, strength, and memory; there's absolutely no way to distinguish them through technique. Pure, unyielding strength is our only hope." Turning to Zhai Cai, he said, "Sir Knight, your display demonstrated power exceeding seven levels, confirming your identity. Can you muster that same strength one more time?" Zhai Cai nodded. "At most, once more." This was the body technique passed down in the knightly tradition, used as a last resort—each use drained physical energy. After one use, cellular vitality declined; after two, vital organs began to fail; after three, the knight would die on the spot. Tianxia Guihuo glanced at the clock—five minutes remained—and quickened his pace: "Could you attempt to break the room's seal? Perhaps that is the very method to unlock the situation." "Two figures standing a little distance away furrowed their brows, interrupting: "The Pan God's Labyrinth is an eighth-tier rule-based artifact. The rooms are part of the artifact itself, and thus cannot be broken by external force." Tianxia Guihuo responded firmly: "Perhaps we need to work against logic." "That makes sense!" Zhai Cai nodded, pressing his chin, glanced around at the group, and spoke with a tone that blended both disappointment and mockery: "Anyway, since it seems you're all stuck, I'll give it a try. If that fails, I'll have done my best—should you all be wiped out here, I won't even offer you any condolence payments." Turning, he walked toward the wall that had served as the entrance or exit. Yellow-gold light surged once more from his body, his muscles bulging, his height now reaching two meters. As a single-line knight charged forward, he pulled back his right arm and delivered a powerful punch toward the wall embedded with hexagonal mirrors. "Bang!" His fists struck the tempered glass as if hitting steel, sending clear ripples through the air. The cracks in Zhai Cai's fists and arms echoed with the sound of breaking bones. Yet the wall, covered in mirrors, remained perfectly intact, undamaged. The two hopes he had nurtured in the world of Tianxia Gui Huo faded instantly. His hypothesis had failed, and he could think of no new course of action. Overwhelmed by disappointment and anxiety, his mind became a tangled mess, unable to focus. Zhang Yuanqing's eyes lit up instantly. Without a character card, the copies couldn't enter the Spiritual Realm. As the Master who brought the deceased back to life, he could summon members into the clan's dungeon, but only the original bodies could enter the Spiritual Realm. The copies remained in the room. Besides the two red chicken brothers, all other clan members understood Guan Ya's message and were overjoyed, turning immediately to Zhang Yuanqing. Then, they saw the Master himself—Yuanshi Tianzun—whose expression shifted from delight to seriousness, then to disappointment, and finally to anxiety. Zhang Yuanqing shook his head: "The Spiritual Realm opens once a month, but we only have three minutes left. It's meaningless." He had just tried it himself and found that both the attribute panel and the inventory panel remained inaccessible. Since the clan panel, a feature dependent on the attribute panel, could not be opened either, it was also locked. While rule-based items might not prevent the dungeon from launching, as long as his panels were sealed, the situation would remain unchanged. Though the Master didn't explicitly state it, everyone present was a sharp observer and understood his implication—that this method was unworkable. A deep sense of disappointment surged, followed by despair. They were all seasoned travelers of the Spiritual Realm, having even cleared S-tier dungeons; while they still had a chance of survival in S-tier dungeons at the Saint Realm level, this single, master-tier rule-based item felt utterly overwhelming. It was merely one among many stages that left them completely at a loss. Even the Master of the Knight class, and even Yuan Shǐ Tian Zūn, had failed to devise a way forward. This was the true power of a master-tier item. "We only have three minutes left," Sun Miao Miao furrowed her brows, biting her lip. "Jù Máng, everyone, believe me—I am truly Sun Miao Miao. Help me defeat this impostor." "You're the impostor! Yuan... Jù Máng, the City God, what are you waiting for? Act now! Kill her!" The other Sun Miao Miao, growing increasingly agitated, stomped her feet. The duplicates are on par with the originals; they can't win a one-on-one battle, and rely heavily on their teammates. "Miao Miao, I'll help you!" the loyal Red Chicken steps forward, looking worried. "Which one is truly you? If I make a mistake and kill the wrong one, I'll be hunted down by the Taimei Sect." Both Sun Miao Miao point at each other. "She's the fake!" "We really only have a chance to fight," says Tianxia Guihuo. "Everyone, believe me and help me eliminate the duplicates. If you believe the duplicates, then kill me instead. You'll have to make a choice—better than just waiting to die." "A fifty-fifty chance—this is worth a try," the other Tianxia Guihuo chuckles. "You're the fake." Arguments begin to surface among the teammates, the atmosphere growing tense. Time passes slowly, and soon only two minutes remain. Even the usually carefree Single-Transmission Knight now frowns, sighing. "The luck is truly bad—running into such a frustrating dungeon." He would rather face battle-oriented stages. In that case, with his commanding combat strength and Jiang Mang’s commanding equipment, they would surely be able to carry the team through. But that’s not what’s happening now—he easily defeats the stage, yet is powerless to save his teammates. If the team is wiped out here, he’ll be completely helpless when encountering future stages requiring coordinated teamwork. As the team leader and clan chief, Zhang Yuanqing watches and worries deeply as he sees his teammates’ reactions. This isn’t a raid instance—raids offer a chance of survival and provide clues for the cultivators to solve. This is a maze, and the very purpose of a maze is to kill. Therefore, there’s likely no way to break through. If they intend to kill you, why grant you any chance at all? Even as a seasoned stage-clearer, he now feels completely at a loss. I brought them to this maze—I absolutely have to bring them back. As the head leader, I am responsible for their lives. Quick, think quickly, think quickly... The character cards are unique and irreplaceable, yet they cannot be observed. Aside from the character cards, unless others possess special, high-tier items—like the Divine God's Heart—like I do—few can prove their identities. Therefore, to verify their identities, we still rely on the character cards. However, the faction panel is sealed, and I cannot summon them into the副本. Zhang Yuanqing watched the countdown closely while rapidly thinking, his heart pounding, his adrenaline surging. At the peak of mental exertion, his body felt as though it had just undergone intense physical activity—sweating profusely, breathing rapidly. Then, a sudden insight struck him—his mind flashed with a bold, highly risky solution. At that moment, only one minute and thirty seconds remained until the countdown ended. "I have a plan!" Zhang Yuanqing raised his voice to draw everyone's attention. Amidst the unified, hopeful glances from his teammates, he rushed to Jia Cai's side and whispered, "Sir Knight, could you please turn around and step aside? We don't have much time left." Jia Cai studied him for a moment, then glanced at the other one still deeply pondering, Ju Mang, before turning back and asked, "Are you the true one?" The two Ju Mangs now showed a clear difference—one had already come up with a solution, while the other hadn't. This indicated a problem with the memory replication, proving that the two were not identical. Jia Cai remarked, "You truly have something special—just like me!" He then decisively turned around. Zhang Yuanqing turned to his teammates and commanded, "Form up!" With no hesitation or further explanation, he trusted the chief absolutely, and Guan Ya and the others quickly gathered. Zhang Yuanqing approached Guan Ya first and said, "Work with me—don't resist!" He selected one of the Guan Yas and raised his hand, covering her face. The palm instantly turned pitch black, sprouting fine filaments that wriggled and penetrated deeply into Guan Ya's brow. Guan Ya screamed in agony, feeling her soul being forcibly torn apart—her steadfast resolve as a scout could not withstand such pain. This was Zhang Yuanqing's method: leveraging the permissions of the Phantom God's Heart to attempt to strip away the character card! This was the only way to observe the character card, and the Phantom God's Heart, though a semi-divine artifact, could not be suppressed. Even though skills such as dream traversal and emotional manipulation were sealed, the ability to strip the character card rivaled the authority of a spiritual realm administrator—something the maze could not counter. As Guan Ya screamed in agony, Zhang Yuanqing sensed the character card and immediately halted the stripping process. He steadied her trembling legs, then turned to the other Guan Ya and said: "She's not real, Sir Knight. She's not real." Zhai Cai spun around abruptly, materializing as a streak of light, and collided with the duplicate Guan Ya, shattering her. "No, it's impossible—I am truly Guan Ya!" Her body shattered under the terrifying impact, blood splattering everywhere. Everyone watched in tense anticipation as the scattered fragments of flesh and bone lay on the ground, and after a few seconds, the blood and flesh gradually faded away. Red Chicken Brother gave a firm, resonant "thud," and everyone instantly gained renewed spirits, finally seeing hope for survival. There was just one more minute. Time was running out. As Zhai Cai turned around, Zhang Yuanqing pushed Guan Ya aside, hurried forward, and placed his palms over Sun Miao Miao. From his fingers, black filaments like strands of hair emerged, pulsing and weaving into Sun Miao Miao's brow—yet he felt nothing. "She's a fake," Zhang Yuanqing declared, firmly pressing his palms. Before Sun Miao Miao could react, her head exploded. Thus, one by one, he verified the identities of Zhao Chenghuang, Red Chicken Brother, and Tianxia Guihuo, and, with the assistance of Zhai Cai and his teammates, eliminated the duplicates. As for the copy of Gung-mang, after Guan Ya's identity was confirmed, the single-line knight crushed him. At that moment, when the copy of Tian Gui perished, the countdown precisely ended. On the opposite mirror wall, a door became clearly visible. It's time to leave!