Fuli Heaven, Chu Mo's cave abode.
Through his Dao Mansion, Chu Mo's true body watched the battle between Xuanji and "Xuanji," a curious gleam gradually rising in his eyes.
"Is this... the urban legend [Ghost Mirror]?"
He recognized the Mirror Person's origins. When the Xuanji in the mirror first appeared, there had been no name above its head.
But as time passed and the entanglement between the two deepened, a phantom name actually began to emerge above the Mirror Person's head.
[Level 25 · High Person Xuanji]
Meanwhile, the name above the real Xuanji's head was fading bit by bit in tandem. It was as though every measure of reality the mirrored Xuanji gained erased an equal measure of the original's existence.
"Could the Ghost Mirror use their interaction to replace Xuanji?" Chu Mo wondered in astonishment.
In the Eternal Night Sea, the battle between the two Xuanjis continued. Radiance shot in every direction, smoke and flames erupted, and the surrounding buildings had been reduced to ruins.
Xuanji stared at the phantom [Returning Truth Cauldron] in the Mirror Person's hand, frustration choking his heart.
That was his life-bound magical treasure!
The Hezhen Society had always been the one imitating others. Never had he imagined that one day, someone would make a "counterfeit" of him.
More frightening still, that ghostly thing was copying not only his appearance and dharmic treasures, but also rapidly mirroring his cultivation methods, divine abilities, and even combat experience. By the end, its strength and techniques were identical to his own.
Clang!
Another head-on clash without the slightest finesse-Returning Truth Cauldron against Returning Truth Cauldron-produced a deafening crash. Xuanji used the impact to retreat through the air, his expression black as thunder.
By now, he was utterly certain that this bizarre reflection before him was