Cast into Hell
"How strange, how strange."
Zhang Sanxian thought in surprise, "Why, after reaching the peak of the ten-digit level, could the Super Saiyan Transformation no longer raise my combat strength by even the slightest bit? It was as if some wall stood dead ahead, blocking me completely.
Could this realm be the upper limit of cultivation in this universe's space-time? If so, then that truly was far too low—"
Just as Zhang Sanxian was puzzled, Zhang Kuang, who had already collapsed to the verge of idiocy, suddenly burst into earth-shattering cries for mercy. "Celestial Venerable—no, Grandfather! Ancestor! I was wrong! I was truly wrong!"
With his decrepit, worn-out voice, he struggled to beg Zhang Sanxian humbly through tears. "I'm a dog, I'm a piece of shit! I'm a filthy bug that didn't know the height of heaven or the depth of earth! Please—please spare this dog's life.
Those two old ghosts in the mirror deceived me and blinded me! I was used!
Grandfather, you are magnanimous and merciful—give me back my lifespan and power! I'll be your dog for the rest of my life! For the rest of my life!"
He spoke incoherently, every inch of his ugliness laid bare, utterly unlike the arrogant tyrant he had been before.
Yet Zhang Sanxian merely watched his pitiful display with indifference, not a ripple stirring in his eyes.
He simply raised a hand and grasped through the air, drawing the Fate Mirror into his palm.
"Oh?"
Sensing the two trembling soul auras within the mirror, Zhang Sanxian smiled faintly. "So besides Fu Sha, another old ghost is hiding in here. Fine. I'll deal with you together when the time comes."
With that, he casually tossed the mirror into a corner of the Eternal Night Heart Prison and sealed it away.