Predicament

Chen Wang looked at the Mirror Spirit. Its attitude seemed to have changed somewhat from before.

"Why do I feel like you're different from before?"

The Mirror Spirit said, "How am I different?"

Chen Wang said, "The old you had a few traces of slyness about you. Now you answer every question, yet somehow... you seem even more sly."

The Mirror Spirit fell silent for a moment, then sank into complete silence.

There were still matters Chen Wang needed to rely on the Mirror Spirit for, so he did not berate it as he had before. Smiling, he said, "Fellow Daoist Mirror, if you do not wish to speak, then do not."

Chen Wang's gentle manner made the Mirror Spirit shudder. That "Fellow Daoist Mirror" made its scalp go numb.

Chen Wang did not speak further with the Mirror Spirit. His wariness toward the Devil Race deepened.

He went to Great Martial Immortal Sect to investigate and discovered that while the sect appeared calm and peaceful on the surface, it had in fact already been brought under someone's control.

Even with Chen Wang's incomparably steadfast will, his hands and feet could not help but turn cold.

"Great Martial Immortal Sect, Demon Dragon Dao Sect—both are like this. Could it be that throughout the vast Mortal Realm, all these superpowers have already fallen?"

He spread out his Divine Sense and searched for the person with the strongest aura among them.

The next moment, a sharp gaze confronted Chen Wang's. He felt as though his Divine Sense had been pricked by a needle.

Moreover, the sensation continued to spread. He hurriedly withdrew his Divine Sense.

Yet after only that instant of contact, the invisible pressure vanished moments later.

The expressions on the faces of Great Martial Immortal Sect's disciples were lifelike, but