"This..." All the Progenitors of the Myriad Worlds stared at the light fading from the Myriad Heavens Treasure Mirror, momentarily dazed.
"How could this be..." Within the ancient coffin that sealed everything away, crimson light pulsed, revealing the unrest of the person inside. Chang suddenly thought of something, and his thoughts trembled.
"Master, what exactly are you trying to do!" At the thought of that supreme Daoist Shadow, Chang was filled with an overwhelming chill.
So unsettled was he that he didn't even notice the ancient coffin gently closing, sealing him away once more. Compared to the shock in his heart, all of that was insignificant to him.
With his abilities, he naturally understood that the only ones who could wrest control of the Myriad Heavens Treasure Mirror from him were its first master and creator—the one he had revered and feared most throughout his life.
To him, that person was a kind of faith.
But now, Chang had suddenly realized that he was merely one of that person's chess pieces—not even a proper piece, but a discarded one. The Myriad Heavens Treasure Mirror had never been meant for him. It had simply passed through his hands to reach the person it was meant to belong to.
Chang was consumed by fury, an emotion he had long since lost. Now it had flared up again: the resentment of seeing his faith collapse, of realizing he had been used, and that he had not even been worthy of being used.
"Chang will certainly attain the Great Luo. I'll destroy these Myriad Worlds of the Heavens and show you that your choice was wrong." His low growl echoed through the dark ancient coffin.
He Heng stood quietly in the void, holding the Myriad Heavens Treasure Mirror in his hands. His expression