The mirror light surging through the Void Sea was like ten thousand blades, stabbing Chu Mo's retinas with searing pain. The Ancient Bronze Mirror of Hanging Mountain was close at hand, yet its surface reflected not him and Yun Che, but countless "Endless Sword Dao" paths twisted by the Mirror Law—some reduced to nourishment for the Void Race, some turned into puppets of the Void Mirror Division, and others... broken spirit swords hanging from the withered branches of the Old Scholar Tree. Every scene seemed to mock the Endless Sword Dao, while faintly hinting at the enormous secret buried deep within the Sword Master's lineage.
"Chu Mo, your sword!" Yun Che's cry jolted him awake. At some point, the Chaos Sword and Fate Defying Sword had been plated in mirror sheen. The reflection upon their blades showed him clutching a bloodstained sword tassel, the diamond-shaped mark between his brows flickering with the same eerie glow as the Black-robed Figure. "The Mirror Law is tampering with our Dao hearts!" He bit through his tongue and used his blood essence to draw Path of No End patterns upon the scabbard. Crimson blood wound across the mirror like a line of defense against illusion, barely stabilizing his Sea of Consciousness. Chu Mo was filled with vigilance. He knew that in this mirror world, one careless step would cause him to lose himself.
The Black-robed Figure emerged from behind twelve bronze mirrors. On the neck exposed beneath his hood was the Chaos Sword Body mark identical to that on the Divine Lord's corpse. "Surprised?" He raised a hand, and the bronze mirrors reflected a secret chamber of the Void Mirror Division—twelve Divine Lord corpses floating in a blood pool, their chest marks resonating with the Ancient Bronze Mirror. "Three hundred years ago, I told