After eating and drinking their fill, they went their separate ways and returned to their own business.
That day, Gu Hui was as usual. Whenever he was bored, he would study the Dao Mirror deep within his Sea of Consciousness.
This thing was like some stuck-up old master. Most of the time, it could not care less about him. In fact, over the past several hundred years, it had never paid him any attention.
Yet that only piqued his curiosity. Perhaps he had simply annoyed it too much.
That day, when he touched the Dao Mirror, a ray of light appeared upon its surface and sent him flying.
Gu Hui opened his eyes and found himself in an unfamiliar environment. There was none of the watched-over feeling of Haotian World here, proving in every way that this was an entirely new place, completely different from Haotian World.
Being in an unfamiliar environment did not matter. It had to be the Dao Mirror's doing.
But what the hell were those endless bolts of lightning in the heavens?
He had been focused on breaking through. Was the Dao Mirror trying to satisfy him all at once? Gu Hui's mouth twitched.
Lightning roiled across the heavens.
Countless bolts of lightning rained down on him as though they cost nothing.
Gu Hui could only resist with all his might, exhausting every technique and every trump card he possessed.
One bolt, two bolts... ten bolts... twenty bolts... eighty-one bolts. It only ended after the eighty-first divine lightning bolt.
Gu Hui lay on the ground like a dead dog, not even wanting to move. Whatever happens, happens. It's only death. If one more divine lightning bolt comes down, I'll just accept my fate.
Fortunately, the heavens had eyes and took pity on how hard he