The Spirit Mirror's sudden change startled Duan Lang too.
"Wasn't the Spirit Mirror sealed? Master broke the seal already?"
Both the Tong Clan and Long Bo had called this Spirit Mirror the greatest divine artifact under heaven, but Duan Lang had rather disagreed.
Leaving aside the Snow-Drinking Mad Saber and the Peerless Good Sword, both forged from the four extraordinary stones of heaven and earth, his master also had the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, which could gather all the world's fortune.
If the Spirit Mirror really was that powerful, the Tong Clan would have unified the world long ago. Why would they have hidden like turtles in Water-Moon Grotto-Heaven, afraid to show themselves?
Yet the pressure radiating from the Spirit Mirror now set Duan Lang's heart pounding with alarm.
This divine artifact really was far more powerful than his Fire Kirin Sword.
Suddenly, he saw someone emerge from the Spirit Mirror. It looked like Long Bo.
What was going on? Wasn't Long Bo in Water-Moon Grotto-Heaven? When had he entered the Spirit Mirror?
Lin Lang also studied the man who had emerged. "You're Long Teng?"
He looked exactly like Long Bo, just a little older.
Long Teng's Primordial Spirit looked at Lin Lang. "Who are you? You're neither a member of the Tong Clan nor a descendant of mine. Why is the Spirit Mirror in your hands? What happened to the Tong Clan?"
Back then, he had joined forces with the Tong Clan's ancestors to defeat Yin Zhong, but they had failed to kill him.
He himself had also suffered severe injuries and knew he had little time left.
Thus, he had used his own essence blood to seal the Spirit Mirror, preventing Yin Zhong from tracking its aura and taking it.
If Yin Zhong gained control of the Spirit Mirror