The mirror was about as tall as a person, its surface covered in cracks, and it was set into a jade pedestal. After the surrounding rubble was cleared away, however, they discovered that beneath the pedestal was a small, delicate formation.
It was rather similar to the formation that had transported Lin Xuan into the Moon, but on closer inspection, it was completely different.
Though it was also quite intricate, a brief comparison revealed that it was far cruder. On either side of the formation was a hollowed-out groove.
The armored monster reached out and patted his waist. Spiritual light flashed repeatedly, and two fist-sized Spirit Stones appeared before him.
Without the slightest hesitation, he set them into the grooves.
Then he swung both arms and cast out a spell art.
As a low, whimpering sound reached his ears, the formation activated, and hazy light poured into the mirror.
Though the mirror's surface was covered in cracks, a clear scroll slowly unfurled upon it.
Within the scroll, spiritual light shot out in wild bursts. Several dozen cultivators were locked in fierce battle with stone statues, all manner of immortal swords and Dharma Treasures whirling. The weakest among them were actually cultivators at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, while the gray-robed elder leading them was even more staggering.
"A Lihe Realm cultivator!" the armored figure said, enunciating each word. The red glow in his eyes flared brilliantly. Just as Asura King's sleeping palace was about to open, an existence on the same level as himself had actually appeared.
This was rather troublesome!
He thought for a moment, then raised his right hand and cast out another spell art. It was still the jade stairway. A gray-robed monk was hurrying along, a cultivator at the great perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm.