With a soft snort, Liu Qingran traced a complete circle before her with her white jade fan.
All the power of law within that circle was drawn together, gathered into one crucible, and condensed into a mirror of law across whose surface an illusory Taiji symbol flowed.
Wu Yan's reflection appeared in the mirror.
But the power of Taiji was peeling that reflection apart.
The Wu Yan in the reflection split from one whole person into two halves, yin and yang.
The yang half was seven-colored light gathering together; the yin half was seven-colored light dispersing. The two divided images revolved separately across the mirror.
Wu Yan's expression changed sharply the instant he saw the mirror.
He felt an extraordinarily profound force reading, analyzing, and dismantling the Primordial Law Body within him.
That force was searching for the balance point between yin and yang at the very heart of his foundation of law.
Once it found that point, it would shatter it, causing his body of law to collapse from the inside out.
He pressed two fingers of his right hand together like a sword and traced an intricate rune in the air.
The rune gave off an aura so ancient it seemed nearly decayed, as though it had awakened primordial laws from within a fossil.
He bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of dark-gold origin blood onto the rune. It flared with dazzling golden light and became a beam that shot toward the Taiji Mirror.
The instant the beam struck the mirror, Wu Yan's reflection on its surface exploded.
But the mirror did not break.
It merely trembled. Then an image gathered on its surface again—this time, not Wu Yan's reflection, but the reflection of the beam itself.
The Taiji Mirror had assimilated Wu Yan's