After losing half its domain, Yuhuan Continent was a far cry from its former splendor. Yet thanks to its unique location, it had not fallen quiet over the years. Instead, it had grown livelier.
Every year, cultivators arrived from distant lands to explore, bringing a different kind of vitality to this land.
At that moment, within a spiritual mountain, a Daoist silently circulated his true method and refined a treasure. His name was Daoist Shenling, a rogue cultivator in the Purple Mansion realm. His mastery of illusions and skill at using them to beguile others had also earned him the name Old Devil Shen.
"Still no good. Just what is this thing?" Ending his cultivation and allowing the gleam of treasure-light above his head to descend, Daoist Shenling sank into a brief silence of contemplation.
The treasure-light swirled, turning into a mirror fragment that fell into his hand.
He was an outsider, and he had seized this mirror fragment from a minor cultivator while exploring Yuhuan Continent.
"Though I still can't refine it, my heart tells me this thing is extraordinary." Gathering his thoughts, Daoist Shenling looked at the mirror fragment in his palm and cut down the flicker of dejection in his heart.
Despite his repeated attempts, the fragment had never responded, behaving like a piece of worthless junk. Yet his conviction remained unshaken. He firmly believed it concealed a great secret.
Just then, a faint trace of spirituality suddenly stirred within the broken mirror, which had seemed utterly lifeless.
Sensing this change, Daoist Shenling's expression shifted at once.
"Its spirituality is reviving. This fragment really is extraordinary."
Extending his consciousness, Daoist Shenling immediately tried to establish contact with the mirror fragment.
In that instant, something faint yet weighty emerged, pressing down so hard that his consciousness sank.
"This