Beyond the heavens.
The Emperor stood silently in the void with his hands behind his back.
A Mother Mirror rested beside him, ready to broadcast the coming battle of the century.
Crack.
Several thousand meters behind the Emperor, space split open with a fissure.
Nan Feng stuck out his tongue, licked a grain of porridge from the corner of his mouth, and slowly stepped out of the rift.
"You're here." The Emperor's voice reached Nan Feng's ears.
He slowly turned around and activated the Mother Mirror floating beside him.
In an instant, the gigantic Child Mirrors in major squares, teahouses, and restaurants throughout the Primordial World all displayed the scene beyond the heavens.
The people who had long been waiting before the Child Mirrors immediately became excited and animated.
"They're here! The broadcast has started!"
"That guy in the qilin robe is the Emperor? So that's what he looks like."
"Where's Nan Feng? Why can't I see him?"
"That little black dot is him."
"This screen is too small! Boss, hurry up and switch to a bigger one!"
"When are they going to start fighting?"
"Don't rush. According to the usual rules for a duel, they need to exchange threats first, sign a life-and-death pact, and only then start fighting."
There were roughly tens of millions of Child Mirrors simultaneously broadcasting the battle beyond the heavens.
Such immense traffic had already exceeded the Mother-Child Mirror's capacity.
Quite a few Child Mirrors suffered from lagging images and visual glitches, prompting furious curses from the viewers.
Fortunately, the situation did not last long.
A mysterious power flowed into the Mother-Child Mirrors, improving the stability of the image transmission.
It was like upgrading every Child Mirror from a 3G network to a 5G network. Mom would never have to worry about my livestream