Feng Jun had barely agreed when the scene before his eyes changed, and he arrived once more at the Guardians' Blessing Courtyard.
This time, however, it was no longer merely a dilapidated little courtyard beneath an endless sky. Two additional clouds of mist stood beside the table, one black and one pale cyan. Two damaged mirrors lay atop the table: the Heaven-Deriving Mirror and the Yin-Yang Mirror.
The pale cyan mist carried fluctuations of Divine Sense. It was the Guardians' consciousness. "I discussed it with Fellow Mirror Spirit and concluded that it has been alone for too long. It should visit the plane on the other side and broaden its horizons, while also making an effort to gather Spirit Stones."
Was that really the case? Feng Jun found the situation somewhat strange. Yet the Guardians, who had never shown itself before, had exceptionally revealed its form today—though it was merely a symbolic cloud of mist, it was still entirely unlike before.
Had these two fought, causing the Guardians' cultivation to decline? He could not help thinking so.
But the next moment, he dismissed that thought. The Guardians' own conditions were far superior to the Mirror Spirit's. Not only did it have the home-field advantage, but it had absorbed vast amounts of Upper Spirit Stones and Extreme Spirit Stones. It had once boasted that even a Body Integration Stage cultivator who came here would die.
Although the Mirror Spirit was a cultivator of the Native Plane and was not restricted by the rules like cultivators from Otherworld Planes, making it perhaps difficult to deal with, the Mirror Spirit that had come was merely a wisp of Soul Division. How could it possibly trap the Guardians?
The Guardians had detected that wisp of Soul Division from the start and had remained unfazed,