Shattered Mirror: a fragment from the South Heaven Gate of the Immortal Court, containing the power of space.
A faint thread of silver radiance descended from nowhere onto Qin He's outstretched palm.
That was the Shattered Mirror.
It was far from regular, merely a palm-sized fragment with utterly uneven edges, shattered by violent force.
The mirror's surface was covered in fine, spiderweb-like cracks. Fractures crisscrossed it, nearly dividing the entire broken mirror into countless tiny pieces.
Its underlying color was a gentle silver-white, yet it emitted no dazzling spiritual glow. It even looked plain enough to be easily overlooked.
Only by concentrating and examining it closely could one discover that, deep within the cracks, an exceedingly faint gleam would occasionally flash by.
Those glimmers flowed slowly, circling round after round, as though countless miniature silent voids had been sealed within the fragment.
Qin He held his breath and slowly extended a fingertip, lightly touching the mirror's surface.
The icy, hard sensation he had expected did not come.
The instant his fingertip landed, it instead felt as though he had pressed into a pool of still, rippleless water.
The air within the tent silently distorted for a moment.
The oil lamp in the corner flickered. Though its flame remained on the wick from beginning to end, the halo cast upon the wall abruptly stretched out, then suddenly shrank back.
There was no roar, no fierce wind sweeping through.
Every subtle change around him vanished in an instant. Had one not been staring at this very spot, one would never have noticed the abnormality of that brief moment.
Qin He was slightly startled.
He cradled the fragment in his palm and slowly turned it.
From the outside, the mirror fragment's aura was faint, nearly negligible.
Yet when his divine soul followed the