Jiang Wang stared at everything unfolding before him in astonishment.
He could not see what was happening deep within the white mist at all. He could only hear the mirage dragon's miserable cries, one after another.
Where was its former majesty, that disdain for Divine Presence cultivators, that casual slaughter of Prodigies?
He had always known the Red Makeup Mirror was mysterious. Though he had benefited from it greatly, every trial it brought had been nine deaths and one life. Even now, having attained the Divine Presence realm, he did not dare rashly attempt another trial within the mirror—there was no other reason. Once, he had possessed nothing and could only gamble with his life. Though he knew it meant nine deaths and one life, he could only seek an opportunity within the Red Makeup Mirror. But now, through his own efforts, he had blasted a broad road through the future. He could walk forward step by step, straight along the great Dao.
With a grand formation at hand, there was no need to seek victory by narrow and perilous means.
Several years had passed since he acquired the Red Makeup Mirror. This treasure had accompanied him through life and death time and again. Yet even now, he did not dare claim that he truly understood it.
What exactly was this object's origin? The former Hu Shaomeng and Hai Zongming had not known; neither did he, the Marquis of Wu'an of Great Qi.
The few clues he had all lay within those trials.
He roughly knew that the Red Makeup Mirror's former owner had been a woman, and that this woman had an enemy named "Sea-Covering."
Later, he had deliberately looked into much intelligence from overseas, yet he had never discovered who "Sea-Covering" was.
In truth, if not for this