In a grand hall shrouded in white mist, Song Qing stood before a bronze mirror. Reflected within it were towering palaces of every kind, along with gales and lightning fire.
The scenes displayed in the bronze mirror were precisely those from the various parts of the Ziyang Heavenly Palace where he had been earlier.
At this moment, the entire Heavenly Palace had long since been engulfed by gales and lightning fire. Only the palace on the west side, where everyone had originally taken shelter, remained untouched for the time being under the protection of its formation.
Earlier, while exploring that palace with Liu Ziliang and the others, Song Qingming had suddenly been swept up by a flash of golden light as he left the main hall. He had then emerged from this bronze mirror.
Fortunately, Song Qingming had not been injured. This place seemed capable of blocking out the gales and lightning fire outside, and he had encountered no danger here. Only then did the worry in his heart slowly ease.
The grand hall was extremely spacious, its surroundings covered in white clouds and mist. There was nothing else of use to be seen, only this golden bronze mirror floating in midair before him.
Although exits stood in every direction, whenever Song Qingming entered the white mist, he was quickly stopped by a powerful Restriction and could not advance another step. There was simply no way for him to escape.
As for this strange golden bronze mirror before him, Song Qingming had also tried using Mana to activate it, yet it had never shown the slightest response.
After trying for a long time without any result, he realized that he seemed to have been trapped alone in this unknown place again.
"This is truly strange. Everyone else left the palace