What alarmed Ming Wuya even more was that the direction indicated by the mark was none other than the most dangerous central region of Mirror Abyss.
The legendary Core of Ten Thousand Mirrors, a place even those of the Tenth Realm did not dare enter lightly.
"Brother Wuya, there's something I'm not sure I should say."
The Moro Clan prodigy suddenly lowered his voice.
"Are you certain Jiang Shu is here? No matter how I look at it, this place seems like..."
"A trap?"
Ming Wuya gave a light laugh, pale ghostfire flickering in his pitch-black pupils.
"Perhaps it is. But there are so many of us. Are we really afraid of Jiang Shu alone?"
"Or are you saying that, as a Moro Clan prodigy, you believe yourself inferior to Jiang Shu of the lowly Human Race?"
The Moro Clan prodigy halted, his entire face turning somewhat livid.
He shot a vicious glare ahead, then took another step forward.
When the group passed through the final Spatial Folds, the sight before them made everyone hold their breath.
At the center of Mirror Abyss, a hexagonal Space Fragment spanning a hundred zhang floated in the void.
Its surface was smooth as a mirror, reflecting countless distorted figures.
And at the center of that "mirror" sat a young man in white robes, cross-legged.
"Jiang Shu!"
Jin Yao shouted through gritted teeth.
The figure slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through space like lightning and striking straight into their hearts.
He was alone.
Jiang Shu opened his eyes, silver-blue spatial ripples flowing within his pupils.
He rose unhurriedly, the Desolate Star Halberd somehow already in his hand. Its tip lightly tapped the mirror surface, sending ripples spreading outward.
"You're here?"
His voice was not loud, but under Mirror Abyss's peculiar spatial structure,