The moment Tongtian stepped onto that mysterious golden Great Dao, a strange sensation surged into his heart.
To his surprise, he discovered that the solid road beneath his feet had begun to flow slowly!
This was not the flow of water as commonly seen, but something like liquid gold, each drop radiating a dazzling brilliance that left one spellbound.
Just then, Tongtian noticed that countless enormous mirrors had silently risen along both sides of the Great Dao beneath his feet.
Each mirror reflected countless versions of him, all wearing different expressions.
Some had twisted faces, tears and snot streaming down them.
Some curled their lips into savage grins.
Others were as still as water, entirely expressionless.
Yet what shocked Tongtian even more was that Taishang, Yuanshi, and the others who had originally stepped onto this Great Dao with him had vanished without a trace.
Looking around, it seemed that he was the only one left in this space, alone before the countless reflections of himself.
Gazing at the innumerable versions of himself in the mirrors, Tongtian could not help falling into thought.
Not bad. I was pretty handsome.
There was even something of Second Uncle's bearing in him.
Through the mirrors, he seemed to travel through time and see many scenes from the past.
He saw countless fragments of his own history.
There were scenes of Second Uncle carefully teaching him, as well as the huge slaps Second Uncle had ruthlessly given him when he made mistakes. Of course, there were also moments when he fiercely argued with his two elder brothers, neither side willing to yield as they fought until their faces turned red.
Tongtian even saw, in one corner of a mirror, himself sitting quietly within a magnificent divine palace.
And the him in that mirror seemed to