Seeing that he could not dodge, Li Qinghe suddenly roared. A circle of light appeared in his hand. On closer look, it was a mirror.
Tang Changsheng took one glance, and his heart nearly stopped. "A fragment... of the Three Realms Mirror..."
He recognized the mirror in Li Qinghe's hand. It had to be another fragment of the Three Realms Mirror.
Before Tang Changsheng could figure out how to seize it,
the light, bright as a full moon, shone upon the Golden Tiger. In the next instant, the tiger shrank, as though it had flown into the moon.
The Golden Tiger had been formed from Tang Changsheng's visualized divine sense. Yet even after falling into the light, he felt no panic. With a single wrench, he shattered the brightness surrounding him above and below, left and right, front and back.
It broke like a mirror into countless pieces. Everything plunged into darkness, and then a sky full of stars appeared.
It seemed to be a summer night. Stars glittered across the sky, and a river of silver slanted through the heavens. Countless meteors fell like stars, dragging long trails of fire across the dark sky.
Tang Changsheng suddenly found himself high in the air, plunging downward at tremendous speed. Only then did he realize he had become a shooting star.
Before he could make sense of it, the mountains below rushed toward him as though the earth were about to embrace him.
But in the next instant, a beam of light shot up from among the mountains to meet him. "What demon dares trespass upon my realm?"
The light rising from the earth locked onto Tang Changsheng in a flash. When he saw the figure clearly, he found a man in Daoist robes holding a long sword: a Sword Immortal.