After Councilor Duan had roughly determined Black Mirror's escape route, he immediately dispatched sufficient personnel to the relevant locations to encircle and eliminate it.
Black Mirror had relied on the chaotic qi scattered everywhere to shift about. Now that this was gone, it was not difficult to locate the places through which Black Mirror could flee. Once the arrangements were complete, wiping out these lingering threats would only be a matter of time.
Luo Zhong's two disciples were currently shifting through space. They remembered Luo Zhong's instructions: do not linger in any one place; they had to remain in flight at all times.
After many days had passed without anyone continuing to target them, they had thought Luo Zhong's prediction had been correct—that the Two Halls had no intention of dealing with them.
Yet just as they took turns controlling their treasure vessel once more, ripples suddenly churned through the void. Golden boats leaped out of the air one after another, appearing along their route and faintly forming an encirclement.
The two were greatly alarmed. Knowing something was wrong, they hurriedly adjusted course and, at any cost, drove their magical power to break out of the encirclement.
But this was only the beginning. Once those flying vessels had caught their trail, they clung tightly behind them, following neither too near nor too far. Yet whenever the pair showed any sign of slowing, the vessels would swiftly close in, forcing them to rapidly widen the distance again.
The two knew the people of Origin Xia were deliberately wearing down their magical power, but they had no way to counter it. They also tried releasing the chaotic monsters within Black Mirror, making them targets that could shift back and forth through space.
But none of it worked. The moment the chaotic monsters