At the very center of the bright mirror, the boy stood quietly in plain clothes, barefoot and unarmed.
Over these past days, he had suffered far too many injuries and crushing burdens in his Mindscape Realm. Now his face was bloodless, his lips dry and pale, his body as faint as a shadow. He raised his eyes and looked calmly skyward. That decree of "prohibition" just now had come from him once again.
Under the gaze of those golden eyes, the Immortal Lord's body slowly manifested before Pei Ye. This figure was powerful and real, in stark contrast to the boy, who was like a guttering candle in the wind.
This was a confrontation between two consciousnesses within the same Mindscape Realm, and the disparity in their strength was that of a demon facing an infant.
Pei Ye's own consciousness was the one thing that could not escape.
Like a craftsman building an imperial tomb, he had woven [Bright Mirror, Ice Reflection] and [Quail Head] into the most perfect Divine Tomb, but its foundation was his own Mindscape Realm.
Now the god had truly descended here. This was no trap sprung from a commanding height; he had locked himself inside his own home with Evil Tiger.
The Immortal Lord's golden Pupil regarded this antlike consciousness with lofty indifference as he pressed toward him, step by step. Just like this empty bright mirror, there were no longer any means or barriers between them. Even Black Chi's consciousness had been excluded completely.
The Immortal Lord raised an arm, seized him by the throat, and lifted him to the level of those golden Pupil, like a sovereign looking directly at a slave.
A lofty, majestic will crushed down upon the boy in an instant. Pei Ye's figure faded again, and fine cracks opened