Cultivation Through Big Data
Chapter 2678

A Legend of the Past

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The consciousness fluctuations of the thought were so intense that Feng Jun's mind churned like a stormy sea, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

Forcing down the urge to vomit, Feng Jun clenched the guiding aura and gritted his teeth. "Is this a sign of Body Snatching?"

"Wait a moment." The thought reacted with astonishing speed, no longer carrying that half-dead, sinister feeling. Its emotions also calmed considerably at once. "I was just a little surprised... wait a moment."

That wait lasted roughly five or six seconds. The thought's consciousness still fluctuated faintly, clearly showing that its emotions had not completely stabilized. Then it transmitted a thought. "This thing came from another plane, didn't it?"

"Yes," Feng Jun answered with certainty. "It seems Senior has already recognized what it is."

The thought ignored the latter half of his words and continued asking, "Then what... is it called?"

"When I obtained it, others called it the Heaven-Peering Mirror," Feng Jun answered solemnly. "But I have a friend who has lived long enough, and he said that forty thousand years ago, it was called the Heaven-Deriving Mirror."

He had explained himself thoroughly, but what he actually wanted to convey was that, aside from the senior from the Blue Star Realm, he also knew a Big Shot from another Cultivation plane—regardless of race or spirit creature, anyone who had lived for forty thousand years was certainly no trivial figure.

The thought fell silent. After around ten seconds, it suddenly erupted. "Bullshit! What Heaven-Peering Mirror? Heaven-Deriving Mirror is closer... but those idiots still failed to grasp its true essence."

Feng Jun did not take the opportunity to press further. Since he could not gauge the other party's reaction, he could only continue speaking on his own. "Whatever this mirror is called, can Senior

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