Crack!
A massive fissure appeared across the Myriad Ancient Heaven-Reaching Mirror, splitting the mirror from top to bottom. The sight was chilling.
"That sword strike really is my dream." Jian Lingyun sighed in awe. He was a sword cultivator too, yet he was nowhere near capable of such a feat.
If he could unleash a sword gleam that powerful, who in the Cantian Sword Sect wouldn't call him Brother Lingyun?
Jun Tian watched the copy vanish. That sword strike reminded him of something from the past.
Hua Yunfei had once been an enemy of the Heavenly Realm. Back then, he'd also unleashed the Primordial Sword Art, nearly splitting the Heavenly Realm in two.
"You—you!" The Myriad Ancient Heaven-Reaching Mirror came to its senses and realized it had been wounded. It flew into a rage.
A copy and someone following the Mortal Dao—both of them deserved to die!
Another white-robed figure appeared in the sky. It was the copy that had been slaughtering the emperors earlier.
He had returned from the battlefield where Dao Wushuang and the others were fighting.
He looked down at them, his expression cold.
At the sight of him, the emperors nearly stopped breathing. What if this copy disagreed with the one who had just acted?
If it did, then all their efforts would have been wasted!
Fortunately, their fears were unfounded.
The newly arrived copy merged with the one who had just attacked. He was still the same person.
This also showed that no matter how many copies the Myriad Ancient Heaven-Reaching Mirror made of someone, they were still the same person, with the same thoughts.
At least, that was how it worked with the imitation.
"Enter the mirror. I'll go with you."
Xia Qiuer appeared beside the copy and said, "But first, we need to