Jiang Ping An stared tensely at the mirror as it began to stir.
According to the Ghost Demon Emperor, this mirror was called the Heaven-Reflecting Mirror.
Their battle had been so fierce at the time that he had never asked for details about the mirror.
Why was the person chosen by this mirror the Seventh Person? What exactly did being the Seventh Person mean? Why did even a peerless figure like the Ghost Demon Emperor value this identity so highly?
All of it remained unknown.
When he had obtained the mirror years ago, it had only told him that he would learn everything once he collected the other six mirror fragments.
But where those remaining six fragments were was also a mystery.
"Humm..."
The mirror trembled with a hum, and an image appeared on its previously empty surface.
Jiang Ping An saw himself kneeling before row upon row of graves, his usual composure and calm gone, tears streaming down his face.
One familiar name after another appeared on the gravestones.
Grave of Dao Companion Meng Jing, Li YueYue's Grave, Grave of Dao Companion Miao Xia, Grave of Beloved Son Jiang Chuan...
The gravestones of all his loved ones were there.
At the sight, Jiang Ping An shot to his feet. "What do you mean by this!"
The image on the mirror vanished, replaced by two blood-red characters.
"Future."
Jiang Ping An's heart jolted. Suddenly losing control of his emotions, he shouted furiously, "Bullshit! How could all my family and friends meet with disaster? This is clearly an illusion you created! You're lying to me!"
He could not accept what had appeared in the mirror.
A line of text reappeared on the broken mirror-or, more precisely, a few words.
"Order God Realm, great catastrophe, Su Household, sixth mirror, salvation."
Crack!
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