Buzz—
Upon hearing this, the surface of the ancient mirror suddenly rippled like water, and a blurry phantom emerged.
"That's right, Father!"
Fu Sha's voice came from within the mirror, icy to the bone and steeped in bitter hatred. "It was here—the lowly planet that gave birth to Zhang Sanxian!"
The violet-crystal creature—or rather, Fu Sha's father—nodded slightly and said indifferently, "Mm, this Paradise Planet looks rather promising. Worth taking.
But speaking of which, roughly how long will it take for you to fully resurrect?"
The phantom in the mirror rippled, replying unwillingly, "That—will likely take some more time. Before this, I had never truly used this Fate Mirror.
I merely left a sliver of soul consciousness within it as a backup for resurrection. I never expected that once it was actually used, the process would be so slow—"
Fu Sha's father gave a sinister laugh. "Heh heh, no matter. Your father will collect some interest for you first.
We'll use the soul-blood of every living being on this planet to speed up your resurrection."
At his words, the dozens of cultivators around him instantly erupted with bloodthirsty light in their eyes. Their true essence churned, their killing intent sharp and fierce.
"Father, resurrection is not urgent for now."
Fu Sha's phantom rippled within the mirror as she spoke again. "What matters most right now is when Zhang Sanxian will return. The Immortal Mirror and the immortal treasure are still in his hands."
At this, greed surged in Fu Sha's father's violet-crystal eyes. He let out a bizarre cackle. "Hahaha! As for the Immortal Mirror, gathering that thing is truly too troublesome. Since time immemorial, only a handful have managed to collect them all. It cannot be forced.
What I care about is that immortal treasure. If I can obtain