Inside the Mirror Dimension, Yang Bo's mouth hung open in shock. He had even forgotten to keep using his skills.
His eyes were fixed on the Ancient One as he cried out:
"Eternity?!"
The Ancient One's appearance had undergone a complete transformation. Her pale yellow mage robes had taken on the look of deep space.
Through her clothing, he could clearly see galaxies drifting through that cosmic void.
Her eyes were as fathomless as deep space too. That was no metaphor-it was a literal description.
An inexplicable power filled the entire Mirror Dimension. Although Yang Bo was unaffected, Ammit and Khonshu stood utterly motionless.
Coming to his senses, Yang Bo pushed his nearly dislocated jaw back into place and muttered, "Holy shit, Ancient One. You're the perfect example of hiding your strength to catch people off guard!"
If the Ancient One had shown this kind of power from the start, Yang Bo really might not have been so brazen about coveting her furniture.
At most, he would have waited until she was away and secretly borrowed it.
It wasn't that Yang Bo picked on the weak and feared the strong. He simply believed in respecting the elderly and caring for the young.
The Ancient One ignored Yang Bo's reaction entirely. She merely reached out and pointed gently at Ammit before her.
Somehow, terror covered Ammit's crocodilian face. An invisible force compressed her body, shrinking her from over a hundred meters tall to barely more than ten centimeters in an instant.
She was about the same size as the statue used to seal her before, but this time, the "statue" was an exact replica.
Clang...
That was the sound of Moon God Khonshu's staff falling to the ground.
As though she had heard the sound, the Ancient One turned to look.