Ji Yanru's beautiful figure shattered like glazed glass.
That side of the Red Makeup Mirror fell again toward Jiang Wang's dressing mirror, its surface splitting with dense, spiderweb-like cracks.
And atop the moon, cracks began to spread across Ji Lanxian's sole remaining human body as well!
Like an inelegant, bright-red porcelain vessel, about to crumble into shards and be swept into a pile of dust.
Even as an ancient Demon Court treasure, a supreme artifact that had aided the ancient demon emperors in ruling the world and restraining great demons—even after spending thousands of years devoted to dragon-slaying, sacrificing all else in exchange for absolute suppression over the Dragon Race—it was no easy matter to strip Ji Lanxian of his dragon body, let alone take Ji Lanxian away.
Ji Yanru shattered first, then the Red Makeup Mirror cracked, then Ji Lanxian split apart.
Why had Sea-Covering said then, "Now we'll be together forever"?
Because he had already seen his own ending.
He had seen himself shatter alongside Ji Yanru.
And from beginning to end—from when Ji Yanru burst from the Red Makeup Mirror, bent on seizing his body, and the mirror shone upon the dragon, until the path to Transcendence was severed, his perfect Dao body stripped away, and now, as even his human body broke apart—he had been unable to mount the slightest useful resistance.
Whether he did not wish to, or could not.
Perhaps only he himself knew.
As the Sea Race's peerless Prodigy, he had dared immense risks to conceal himself among the Human Race and study. What Yu Zhen had done in those years—risking himself to infiltrate the Present World and seek an alliance between dragons and demons—could nearly be compared to it!
He had not dared go to the great sects that commanded the world