Even with the Mirror Spirit's cultivation, it was startled by the ancient, rustic aura. "Huh, this Remnant Soul has recovered fairly well."
As the vast, ancient aura spread outward, the surrounding Mirage Miasma melted away like snow beneath boiling water.
Feng Jun could sense that the dissolving Mirage Miasma was being absorbed by the Big Shot's aura. In other words, none of it had gone to waste. However, such an outburst would definitely exact a considerable price from the Big Shot, so it could not exactly be said to have profited—more likely, it had suffered a loss.
Yet the Big Shot was truly angry this time. At first, its aura had not spread very quickly, but as time passed, it accelerated more and more. In less than ten minutes, its aura had already reached two hundred li away.
Even the Mirror Spirit was a little shocked. Who would have thought this fellow had such a temper?
Its cultivation was high enough that it could tell just how great a price this Remnant Soul had paid—at least tens of thousands of Upper Spirit Stones, perhaps even over a hundred thousand.
At that moment, an indescribable fluctuation spread through heaven and earth. Though extremely subtle, it affected an immense area, so vast that it seemed as though the entire World Domain were trembling.
Then a faint breeze swept past, carrying a barely audible sobbing sound.
The seemingly present yet absent sobbing filled people with an overwhelming sense of sorrow. For a moment, it was as though heaven and earth themselves were mourning.
When Feng Jun heard the sobbing, his mind grew somewhat dazed, and boundless grief surged up within him.
"Is this... an illusion from the mirage body?" He raised a hand and rubbed his temple. "It is not very powerful, but