The Old Blind Man's stall became the center of attention for a time, and countless cultivators rushed over at the news.
Under his pitiful gaze, nobody asked him to tell their fortune.
They gathered around the table to look at that broken shard of a mirror.
Inside the shard, two figures moved like flashes of light and lightning, fighting fiercely and slaughtering each other.
Blood sprayed out from time to time.
Immortal light boiled, and the Great Dao resonated. Mountains and rivers exploded in great swaths, and even small forbidden zones shattered after being caught in the crossfire countless times.
Neither of the two in the image looked well. They were evenly matched.
Neither had gained much of an advantage.
"Who is this person? He can fight the Divine Body to a standstill. I can tell that what he's learned is no ordinary thing."
Someone spoke with a grave expression.
An elderly senior appeared, surrounded by a crowd of young people. The people spontaneously made way for him, and he came to the table.
Seeing the scene in the mirror, he couldn't help but turn pale with shock. "The heir of Dark Demon City from back then—a peerless prodigy of his generation, An Ran."
The elderly senior revealed the other man's identity. He seemed to be an old cultivator who had survived from ancient times. His body was covered in wounds, his gaze clouded, and his blood vitality exhausted. He looked as if he had little time left.
An Ran?
People looked at one another, indicating they didn't know him.
"How should I describe this person to you?"
"In ancient times, we had the Ten Ancient Immortals, and the dark side had ten corresponding immortals. This man was hailed as the future eleventh peerless War Immortal. Even then, he had