Mist.
Waves swept through the narrow valley with thunderous roars. Two figures slowly emerged into the gray world.
"Is this the place you chose?" Beneath his black hood, An Qingyu slightly raised his face. Without those refined black-framed glasses, he seemed somewhat cold and severe.
"There was no helping it. The hell Nicholas created was destroyed, so we could only carve out another space." Chaos shrugged, helplessness appearing on his dark face.
Chaos raised a hand toward the center of the valley and gently clenched it.
Invisible air currents pressed outward. The churning waves in the valley abruptly froze, and the next moment, the entire storm-lashed sea fell still, like a dark green mirror reflecting the jagged cliffs on either side.
As Chaos landed upon the sea, a ripple spread softly outward, becoming a vortex that shattered the mirror-like surface. It extended all the way into the depths of the sea, with no end in sight.
Carrying the Black Goat's mangled remains, He lightly leaped and vanished into the vortex. An Qingyu narrowed his gray eyes and stepped into it as well.
The deep-sea vortex swept past An Qingyu, and moments later, their figures strangely emerged from another inverted sea.
Mist, sea, cliffs—everything was identical to the sea in reality. The only difference was that this world had neither sun nor moon. Chaos's sky pressed down upon the sea and mountain gorge, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.
"You created a mirror world?" Gray light flickered deep in An Qingyu's eyes as he instantly analyzed this world.
"Of course." Chaos chuckled. "The Black Goat only has half a breath left. Before the Key of Doors revives, you cannot do much besides make sacrifices to the Gate of Truth. I have yet to recover my peak strength either. If they joined