The sudden change stirred something in Tang Changsheng, but then a roar rang out. A Tiger sprang from the mist and lunged at him.
"Damned thing!"
The Three Realms Mirror in Tang Changsheng's hand instantly became the Myriad Forms Mirror. He held it before him, and the tiger leaped straight into it.
A lifelike Tiger appeared in the mirror. As though trapped behind the glass of a cage, it roared and struggled desperately to break free. But this cage was no ordinary glass. No matter how it fought, it was no use.
Every fragment of the Three Realms Mirror had its own wondrous function. Tang Changsheng was somewhat familiar with the Three Realms Mirror and the Bagua Mirror; after all, he had spent a long time experimenting with them.
But the Myriad Forms Mirror and Heavenly Mandate Compass, which had come into his hands later, were far less familiar. The Myriad Forms Mirror in particular remained unfathomable. Even now, Tang Changsheng could not make sense of what it did.
He knew only that, unlike the other mirrors used for support, the Myriad Forms Mirror could be used in battle. Li Qinghe, for instance, had used it to fight Tang Changsheng last time...
And after glimpsing mysterious scenes within it several times, Tang Changsheng found its workings more unfathomable still.
Now he casually used the Myriad Forms Mirror to capture the Tiger. Before he could take a closer look, a Short Spear whistled through the mist toward him.
An idea struck Tang Changsheng. He worked the Myriad Forms Mirror and reversed it, releasing the Tiger. Still dizzy and disoriented, it was pinned straight to the ground by the Short Spear.
The Tiger screamed, then soon dissolved into scattered points of light.
"So it was an Essence Soul..." Tang Changsheng recognized it.