Mirror Cang

The four surveyed this strange space, each with a different expression.

"This is the Bitter Sea? Why do I feel as though my flesh and soul are about to separate?" Jiang Qingxuan gazed across the boundless expanse of murky yellow waters, his tone puzzled.

Liu Feng reminded them quietly, "What the naked eye sees may not be real. We may be in an illusion, still submerged in the waters of the Bitter Sea. If we came only to improve our cultivation, it would be best not to linger."

Jiang Qingxuan nodded. He and Lu Yao raised their eyes overhead in unspoken accord, and both could not help showing delight.

Having arrived here, their comprehension of the Great Dao had become ever clearer. They would surely be able to raise their strength by a great margin.

Three kinds of Great Dao power rippled around Lu Yao's delicate body. The aura of her poison Dao surged sharply, and a Dao-transformation phenomenon like a blue-black curtain of water flickered into view. She showed signs of comprehending a complete Dao-transformation method here and advancing to the hierarch level.

Liu Xiaoxiao was in no hurry to comprehend the Dao. She noticed the dense tide-like figures far ahead, where groups of primordial heavenly demons were driving vast numbers of demonic cultivators to besiege hierarchs from other great sects.

Turning to look toward the left front, she found another brutal battle. The three Longevity Seeds—the Deathless Spring, the Sala Divine Fetus, and the First Demon Flower—were slaughtering and devouring one another.

Looking behind them, there was neither a path back nor any visible boundary. Far away, hierarch-level battles were also underway.

"I heard that hierarchs ascended to heaven, but no one mentioned that they would slaughter one another after coming here... Could it be that some change