A Fierce Life Needs No Explanation

"Don't you seem very happy? What's wrong?" Cici handed the Mirror of Pain to Yue Yang. She had thought the boy would jump for joy, but instead, the moment he took it, he stared at it blankly, as if he had suddenly gone stupid.

"I can't tell, but I have this indescribable feeling. Anyway, it seems..."

Even Yue Yang could not explain why.

But he had a feeling deep inside that the Mirror of Pain was not a good thing. It was more like a cursed divine object, or perhaps someone had branded something into it. Other than its creator, no one could truly become its master. If it were purified with Nirvana Flame, it would only be destroyed. In short, the instant Yue Yang held it, he felt an extreme danger. If Cici had not gone to such trouble to seize it, he would have tossed it onto the ground like a scalding hot potato and discarded it as quickly as possible, lest it bring disaster upon him.

Chang Feng, the snake-haired demon man, had clearly been human, yet he had turned into that. Yue Yang guessed it had nothing to do with the Fesouli Empress's curse; it was most likely the curse of the Mirror of Pain. If the Fesouli Empress had truly wanted to curse Chang Feng, he would have died long ago. There was no way he could still be alive.

Moreover, Yue Yang suspected that even though the Earth-Standing Demon Sovereign had broken free of his seal, his strength had never recovered because of the Mirror of Pain.

There was no direct evidence for these guesses, but Yue Yang could not say there was none.

What would happen if he used the Mirror of Pain himself?

Cici was exceptionally clever. The moment she saw that