The Emperor Ruins Closed-We're Out!

Within the Dao Palace!

Chen An's Primordial Spirit reached out a hand. With a shift of thought, the Divine Radiance Mirror floating before him trembled lightly, then obediently descended into his palm.

The Divine Radiance Mirror did not feel faintly cool like an ordinary bronze mirror when it entered his hand. Instead, it carried a trace of warmth, as though it were a person, radiating the weight of passing years and the awe-inspiring might of an Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon.

Chen An closed his eyes and sensed it. He could clearly feel that wondrous connection between himself and this broken mirror. It was faint, yet truly existed.

With the slightest movement of his thoughts, a layer of pale golden radiance immediately rose across the mirror's surface. A wisp of Supreme Emperor Might, thin yet heavy and condensed like the depths of hell, slowly spread outward. Wherever it passed, chaos surged, the void fell silent and perished, and even time seemed to halt.

He had only refined it preliminarily, so the Emperor Might he could rouse was less than ten percent of its peak. Yet this power had already surpassed all Saint King Weapons.

No—it should be said that compared with it, Saint King Weapons were like fireflies beside the bright moon, or mud beside clouds. There was simply no comparison.

He even felt that if his self from five minutes ago had been swept by this wisp of Supreme Emperor Might, he would probably already have been ready for burial.

Chen An's hand gently brushed across the cracks on the mirror's surface. He could vaguely touch the deity sunk in slumber deep within the mirror, like a Primordial True Dragon lying in wait. Its breathing was weak, yet its divine might was boundless.

Fortunately, that deity had fallen into the