Fortuitous Opportunity

Huang Tianyue and the others sensed that something was wrong. Lan Chumo shouted, "Master! Don't let him deceive you!"

But Mo Chen's hand was trembling slightly.

Because when he instinctively used the Heaven's Secrets Manual to distinguish truth from falsehood, everything he saw was real!

There was not the slightest false omen in the humanoid shadow's words!

Could everything he said be true?

Mo Chen could no longer tell truth from lies.

If even the Heaven's Secrets Manual could not help him judge, just how powerful was the other party?

And with such power, how could they have fought for fifteen million years without determining a victor?

At that moment, the humanoid shadow's voice lingered by his ear like a nightmare.

"How do you think your system came to be?"

Mo Chen stared at the identical version of himself across from him, his breathing growing hurried.

Reason told him that he should immediately bring down this blade!

Yet deep within his heart, a voice was screaming madly—he's telling the truth!

The humanoid shadow slowly raised a hand. Black mist gathered once more, forming an illusory mirror. "Since you don't believe me... then see it with your own eyes."

The mirror's surface rippled like water, and an image gradually emerged.

Mo Chen saw a young man who looked exactly like him, searching for a path to transcendence within endless chaos.

Then one day, a voice appeared. It asked, "Do you truly wish to transcend?"

The young man nodded fiercely. "I do! I do!"

The mysterious voice said, "Very well! I shall grant you a fortuitous opportunity."

As soon as the words fell, the young man immediately screamed in agony, his entire body wracked with unbearable pain.

Then, some supreme power forcibly tore his body in half.

One half was cast into