Having stepped onto the platform, Zhao Fu came before the mirror, curious how much of his power it could replicate.
A formation on the platform activated, countless rays of light spreading outward. The formation slowly rotated as spiritual energy from all around rapidly poured into the platform. The mirror on the platform began to glow, its light shining into Zhao Fu's body.
Zhao Fu felt a force seep into his body. It should have been the mirror's power, copying his strength.
However, upon sensing the various terrifying powers within Zhao Fu, the mirror found itself utterly unable to replicate them. Its light quickly dimmed, and the formation stopped as well.
Everyone present was stunned, unable to understand what had happened. It seemed the mirror could not replicate Zhao Fu's power, yet it could normally replicate anyone's original body. Why could it not replicate Zhao Fu?
But when they recalled what had just happened, they understood. Did this not prove that Zhao Fu was no ordinary person?
The middle-aged man in charge was startled. He stepped forward and reinforced the mirror, only to find that it was not broken—it truly could not replicate Zhao Fu.
Soon, however, the middle-aged man took out an oval mirror four meters tall and placed it before Zhao Fu. "Try again now," he said.
At his words, Zhao Fu stepped before the mirror. The platform's formation activated once more, radiating countless beams of light as endless spiritual power surged into the platform. The mirror also released a brilliant glow, more than twice as intense as that of the previous mirror.
The light enveloped Zhao Fu and seeped into his body. Yet after likewise sensing Zhao Fu's Saint bloodline and countless ultimate, terrifying powers, it too quickly dimmed.
It still could not replicate him!
The middle-aged man