Final Layer of the Realm of the Heavens

The eleventh layer of the Realm of the Heavens.

After Song Zhong entered, he discovered that he was on a small island.

Not a single cultivator or Strange Beast could be seen in this space.

Soon, a voice rang out from all around the Island.

"To reach the eleventh layer, you have already proven that you can defeat every other Heavenly Prodigy of your generation. You are the strongest one, but that is not enough.

"You must also defeat the strongest one—yourself!

"You have one hundred years. If you cannot defeat yourself within a hundred years, you will be considered eliminated.

"It has been far, far too long since I last saw a cultivator pass the eleventh layer. I hope you will not disappoint me."

As the voice fell silent, the void before him suddenly rippled, and a figure slowly emerged, condensing into the shape of a person.

"A mirror image?"

Song Zhong stared in astonishment at the cultivator who looked exactly like him, who likewise gripped a long saber with lightning flashing across its blade. It seemed reasonable enough.

Besides, defeating his own mirror image should not have been difficult.

After all, a mirror image was only a mirror image, not a true cultivator.

"So, shall we begin now?"

Song Zhong swung the long saber in his hand and slashed at the mirror image before him.

The next instant, the mirror image before him also suddenly swung its saber down.

For a moment, explosive booms tore through the void in an unbroken torrent.

Song Zhong's expression abruptly changed as he watched the descending slash. This saber strike was so fast—faster even than the speed he could achieve at full strength!

"No, wasn't this supposed to be my mirror image? Shouldn't it be identical to me in every respect? Why