Above the Crystal Plain, a greyish-white mirror mist slowly surged, countless enormous crystal walls intersecting and refracting, reflecting layers upon layers of illusory worlds. The elder of the Ju Lineage stood in the center of the shattered earth, his long robes fluttering, his greyish-white spear vibrating incessantly, the Fate Soul essence of the True Annihilation Realm · Supreme fully unleashed.
Thousands of feet of crystal layers around him simultaneously appeared with countless cracks, while the little sprite remained seated on the floating crystal in the distance, its bare feet gently swaying, holding the small mirror in its arms, watching him with a smile.
The next instant, the elder abruptly closed his eyes and held his spear horizontally in front of his chest. A layer of grayish-white flowing afterimages began to slowly emerge on the spearhead.
It is by no means a flash of inspiration, but rather a faint trace remaining after "reality" has been peeled away layer by layer.
The entire world suddenly fell silent. Even the flow of the wind and the drifting of crystal dust quietly stopped. Deathly silence spread to every corner, and even the beating of Fate Soul became clearly audible.
The wind stopped, the mirror mist stopped, and even the ever-changing mirror world seemed to be forcibly frozen by some force.
The elder suddenly opened his eyes, and a gray-white spear mark instantly pierced through the heavens and earth. "Reality-Breaking Thrust —!!!"
Boom!!! He took a step forward and his spear vanished instantly. There was no wind from the spear, no sound of air being torn apart, and not even a ripple appeared in the space.
Because this shot was never aimed at space, but at "existence" itself.
It doesn't tear apart distances, but the very foundation upon which everything is defined, recorded, and established. Where the spear tip passes, everything ceases to collapse, slowly retreating from "already is" to "never was," utterly forgotten by the world, leaving not even a trace behind.
An invisible mark of negation extended from the tip of the spear, and gray-white cracks appeared simultaneously on all the crystal walls along its path. These cracks did not shatter, but gradually lost their "realism." Large areas of the mirror image began to become transparent, and even the floating mirror mist around it developed voids.
Wherever the gun's edge strikes, everything that "truly exists" in the world is forcibly stripped away.
And the little elf finally slowly raised its head.
As she watched the gunshot wound draw closer, her eyes brightened slightly. "Interesting." "How interesting!"
She smiled happily, then gently raised the mirror in her arms. The next moment, in the mirror...
Another "Reality-Breaking Thrust" slowly emerged; it wasn't a copy, but rather Mirror Abyss directly projecting the "possible divine power" into reality. The little sprite extended a slender white finger, its tip lightly touching the center of the mirror's surface; the crisp sound of the touch was exceptionally clear in the silence. "Mirror Realm God — True-False Reversal."
Snap. With a soft sound, the mirror shattered suddenly, shards scattering like ice crystals, carrying a faint glimmer. Boom! A deafening roar erupted, the entire Crystal Plain trembled violently, fine cracks appeared in the ground, and the once smooth crystal surface was forcibly torn into ravines. Even the distant crystal peaks swayed slightly.
Countless mirror worlds tumbled and collided wildly in the void, the once clear phantoms becoming distorted and overlapping, as if the entire space itself was being crushed and reassembled. The "Reality-Breaking Thrust" that had been aimed directly at the sprite was instantly enveloped by a sky full of mirror light, the blinding brilliance blurring even the outline of the spear. The gunshot wound began to twist, as if being pulled apart by an invisible force;
They began to overlap, one spear shadow after another intertwining and entwining; they began to negate themselves, the sharpness of the spear tips gradually fading, the originally concentrated power dissipating continuously in the mirror light. For within the Mirror Abyss, tens of thousands of different versions of the "Reality-Breaking Thrust" had simultaneously emerged—some spear tips pointing straight to the past, seemingly attempting to reverse the trajectory already unfolding; some spear tips pointing towards the future, carrying the unknown and sharpness of uncertainty; some even changing direction...
The projectiles pierced straight towards the caster, carrying a resolute backlash. Numerous gunshot wounds collided wildly in the center of the mirror image, the crisp clang of metal clashing and the roar of energy explosions intertwining, causing the air to heat up slightly. The boundary between reality and illusion blurred completely, descending into chaotic frenzy, making it impossible to distinguish which was the original divine power and which was a replica of the mirror image. The next instant... Boom--!!!!!!
A deafening roar erupted once more, and the once unstoppable "Reality-Breaking Thrust" was utterly crushed by the mirror light and countless mirrored spear shadows, turning into countless tiny energy specks. Large gray-white cracks spread rapidly and collapsed in mid-air, falling like torn brocade. Countless "Traces of Negation" exploded simultaneously in the void, turning into a sky full of shattered light, illuminating the entire Crystal Plain.
The surrounding crystal peaks, thousands of feet high, shattered with a deafening roar. Crystal fragments rained down like a torrential downpour, striking the ground with a series of resounding crashes and raising clouds of crystal dust. Large, transparent fault lines even appeared in the sky, their edges blurred, as if the very fabric of heaven and earth had been torn open by the violent collision, revealing the chaotic depths beneath. The Ju Lineage elder's pupils constricted sharply.
His body trembled slightly, and the composure on his face vanished completely, replaced by incredulous astonishment—this was the first time he had ever seen his divine power, condensed at the cost of his cultivation, be directly and irreversibly deconstructed at the "level of existence," leaving no room for recovery. Meanwhile, in the distance, the little elf, clutching the remaining fragment of the mirror, smiled happily and twirled in mid-air.
Her skirt billowed in the wind, her tone brimming with excitement and defiance: "Again!" "I haven't had enough yet." Her clear voice pierced through the aftershocks, echoing in the vast expanse of heaven and earth. The instant her words fell, in all the mirrored walls around her, those "little elves" who looked exactly like her simultaneously raised their faces, revealing the same radiant smiles, their eyes gleaming with mischief and cunning.
The tranquility and peace of the entire world vanished completely, replaced by an invisible tension that permeated the air. Every inch of space felt oppressively oppressive, and the world suddenly began to feel dangerous—as if an even more turbulent force would pour out from the depths of the Mirror Abyss at any moment.
The Crystal Plain trembled violently, and the billions of crystal walls around it simultaneously refracted layers of gray-white light and shadow. The Ju Lineage elder stood in the center of the sky full of mirror mist, his chest heaving violently. The backlash from the forced crushing of the "Reality-Breaking Thrust" was still spreading deep within his Fate Soul, but his eyes grew colder and colder. Suddenly, he slowly raised the spear in his hand, and the spear tail slammed heavily to the ground.
Boom! A large area of crystal layer exploded instantly, and the True Annihilation Realm · Supreme Fate Soul was completely burned. Gray-white divine patterns spread wildly all over his body, and even his pupils began to show a large number of cracks. Gray-white light streams kept seeping out from those cracks, as if even his "real existence" was being forcibly extracted.
In the distance, the little elf, still clutching the small mirror, watched him with a smile. "Here we go again?" "Will it be even more fun this time?" The elder didn't answer.
The next instant, he gripped the spear with both hands, the tip slowly lowering to the ground. The entire world suddenly fell silent. Then, he abruptly flicked the spear upwards. Whoosh!
A massive gray-white arc instantly tore through the heavens and earth. Along the trajectory of the spearhead, countless gray-white afterimages flickered wildly. These afterimages seemed both real and like some kind of illusion about to collapse.
"True and Illusory Return Together --!!!" Boom!! The arc expanded instantly, and the entire Crystal Plain was enveloped by a huge gray-white ring.
Inside the ring, the boundary between "real" and "false" is completely erased.
In the distance, tens of thousands of feet of crystal peaks suddenly began to shimmer continuously, one moment standing real and towering, the next transforming into semi-transparent phantoms; the surging mirror mist sometimes swept across the heavens and earth like a real tide, and sometimes remained frozen like a still painting; even the sky began to crack, half real and half illusory.
Even more terrifying, some of the "little fairies" in the mirror world began to materialize, slowly emerging from the mirror walls, while the fairies in the real world began to gradually become ethereal.
The entire world descended into chaos, all logic of truth and falsehood collapsed simultaneously, and countless mirror realms began to tear each other apart, with countless reflections devouring one another.
The Crystal Mountain Range in the mirror even began to descend from illusion into reality, crashing down on the earth with a thunderous roar, stirring up a vast storm.
The little elf's eyes widened slightly for the first time. "Wow." "That's impressive." But the next moment, she suddenly laughed happily. "Then I'll True One too."
She slowly raised the small mirror in her arms, her fingertips gently caressing its cool surface, her gaze clear and bright. The instant the mirror was raised to her chest, the entire world fell silent. Without warning, reality itself seemed to be forcibly mirrored by an invisible hand—not simply by adding a layer of mirror, but by every inch of space, every crystal.
Everything transformed into transparent mirrors, reflecting countless overlapping figures even in the floating crystalline dust. All the surrounding crystal walls trembled violently at the same time, and amidst the roar, billions of mirrors overlapped and reflected each other, making it impossible to distinguish which side was real and which was a reflection. The world seemed to be filled with countless "selves," chaotic and magnificent.
A moment later, a tiny crack slowly appeared in the center of the small mirror she was holding tightly in her arms. The crack widened and widened, and gradually another world emerged inside—a world completely different from the one she was in now, gray, desolate, and devoid of any life.
In that world, the Ju Lineage elder stood frozen in place, but his body was no longer whole, shattered into countless fragments, and even his Fate Soul showed signs of breakage, dim and lifeless; the spear in his hand had also long since crumbled into dust, scattered all over the ground, no longer possessing its former sharpness.
That was his "future after failure." The little fairy blinked, stretched out her slender fingers, and gently touched the mirror. The warmth of her fingertips seeped through the glass, as if touching that hopeless future. She spoke softly, her voice clear and firm: "Mirror Realm God— " "Future Refraction."
Before the words were even finished, a sharp "crack" rang out, and the small mirror in her hand shattered abruptly. Shards scattered like ice crystals, tracing shimmering arcs in the air. In the next instant, the image of a "failed future" swept in like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing the reality before her eyes. All the light and shadow, the atmosphere of the world, were replaced by that grayness and despair.
Boom! A deafening roar shook the universe. The elder of the Ju Lineage's pupils contracted sharply, his face contorted with shock and disbelief. He clearly felt his body being pulled and torn apart by an invisible force within the failed future depicted in the synchronization mirror, every inch of his skin and every wisp of his soul. A crack appeared first in his chest, followed by countless gray-white fissures that spread wildly like a spiderweb, down his neck and arms, throughout his entire body. Within each crack, his cultivation and Fate Soul were draining away.
The "Circle of Truth and True and Illusory Return Together Returning to One," had now completely reversed direction, like a backlash, pressing down on him—his left half of his body remained true, while his right half gradually became illusory and transparent.
Two completely different states clashed and tore at his body, excruciating pain washing over him like a tidal wave. Crack! A piercing cracking sound rang out, and his entire right arm exploded instantly, flesh and blood gushing out along with fragments of his Fate Soul, staining the crystalline ground before him crimson. The elder coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body retreating violently like a kite with a broken string.
He crashed heavily into the crystal peaks behind him, one, two... dozens of enormous crystal peaks collapsed and shattered under his impact. Finally, he slammed into the cracked Mirror Abyss in the distance, stirring up a sky full of crystal dust and chaotic energy. Rumble!!! The Mirror Abyss churned violently, the turbid air currents carrying crystal fragments churning wildly in the abyss, as if trying to devour everything.
The spear that had been with him for so long now let out a low and mournful cry. The gray-white mark on the spear, symbolizing "truth and falsehood," was gradually cracking and dissipating, eventually returning to nothingness.
In the distance, the little fairy, still clutching the tattered handle of the mirror, tiptoed and happily twirled in mid-air, her skirt billowing in the wind, her face filled with pure joy: "This is so much fun!" "So taking the future out of the way..." "It really will break!"
She smiled and lowered her head, her clear gaze piercing through the swirling dust to land on the disheveled figure amidst the ruins of the Mirror Abyss. Then, she slowly tilted her head, her tone tinged with innocent provocation, and softly asked, "Then... can you still play with me?"