NOVPUBAs countless mirrors appeared, so too did the faces of Mo Rubing, each with a different expression. 𝒏𝙤𝙫𝒑𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝒐𝙢
They hid behind the dim, blurred mirrors, collectively peering at the Faceless Saint Emperor at the center.
Centered around Li Ping, the mirrors corresponded with one another.
Specks of light shot out from one mirror and cast onto the opposite one.
The resulting bright light lines, like tangible fetters, were imposed upon Li Ping.
Luminous lines appeared in the Mirror World, resembling heavy chains, hastening Li Ping’s extraction into the "real" world.
The fully revealed shape of the Faceless Saint Emperor, surrounded by layers of mirrors, showed little sign of panic.
He looked at the "lines" on his body, both intangible and tangible, reaching out to touch them.
But just like illusory bubbles, they passed through his palm and tightly coiled around his body once more.
"Foolish beyond measure!"
For some reason, this act seemed to infuriate Mo Rubing.
He shouted angrily, and the originally bright lines abruptly turned pitch black.
A rustling whisper emanated from these black chains. One could even faintly see faces resembling Mo Rubing’s, moving freely on the surface and wailing.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."
The black chains possessed a dark, corroding ability, and in the blink of an eye, Li Ping’s clothes were completely dissolved. Just as they were about to touch Li Fan’s skin, a dazzling burst of golden radiance explosively emerged.
Clearly defined golden armor descended from the heavens, completely enveloping the Emperor’s vast stature within it.
Beneath the surface of the armor, golden light flowed continuously, as if it had its own spirituality.
Golden radiance protected against the erosion of the black chains.
Li Ping extended his right hand, fiercely grasped the chains wrapped around his body, and yanked them hard.
The sound of breaking mirrors resonated continuously.
At his chest, a vortex suddenly formed.
Li Ping stuffed the torn-off black chains into the vortex.
Boom, boom!
Like a blazing wildfire, the vortex seemed to have been fed a great amount of fuel, bursting forth with an enthralling radiance. The black chains being consumed emitted numerous venomous curses from numerous Mo Rubing faces.
"So it was the personalities of the cultivators you devoured."
As the vortex at his chest continued to swallow the black chains, the Emperor learned from the incessant visions emerging from his Spirit Consciousness the true nature of these resentful faces.
"To neglect the proper [Nine Turn Immortal Soul] to learn such crooked methods!" Li Ping shook his head in regret.
This remark seemed to touch a raw nerve in Mo Rubing, his figure instantly transforming as if stained with dense black ink, becoming sinister and profound.
A fissure formed between him and Li Ping.
It was the mirror that reflected both reality and illusion.
Mo Rubing and Li Ping faced each other, positioned on opposite ends of the mirror.
The moment this fissure appeared, Li Ping suddenly had a feeling. The Mo Rubing "on that side" seemed to vanish. The image before him was merely a projection formed at the other end of the mirror based on his own existence.
With a thought, Li Ping, protected by the golden armor, instantly appeared hundreds of miles away, outside the bounds of the Violet Firmament Sect Relics.
But soon, the Emperor noticed an extremely strange scene.
The fissure before him had also instantly moved with him, maintaining its exact position relative to him.
Meanwhile, Mo Rubing was incessantly sneering, coldly watching him from the other end of the mirror.
It seemed as if a mysteriously powerful force was locking Li Ping and Mo Rubing together, preventing any escape regardless of how he changed position.
Even more horrifying, Li Ping faintly realized that the appearance and aura of Mo Rubing at the other end of the mirror were subtly changing.
His body slowly swelled, and his facial features grew increasingly blurred.
Mo Rubing was undergoing a transformation into the Faceless Saint Emperor.
"Crooked methods? Truly ignorant and fearless!"
"What is crooked and what is straight? In the absence of right and wrong, only the immortal is eternal!"
"[Indestructible Demon Heart Immortal Formula], how could you possibly judge it!"
Mo Rubing laughed loudly, full of derision: "Let you become me!"
The things on both sides of the mirror grew more alike.
The distance between the Emperor and Mo Rubing also gradually narrowed.
Just as he was about to completely slide to the other side of the mirror, Li Ping suddenly removed his own golden armor.
He stared coldly at Mo Rubing not far away: "Become me?"
"Just with you?"
"I am the Heavenly Emperor."
A purple-golden Qi Destiny appeared out of nowhere, like a dreamlike gauze instantly woven into an Auspicious Cloud Dragon Robe that automatically clad Li Ping.
The voice of the Emperor, like thunder from the nine heavens, echoed at one end of the mirror.
The roaring sound caused ripples in the fissure that divided reality from illusion.
"I am also of the Xuanhuang Heaven Path!"
"The fates of billions of living beings hang in the balance, reviving the source flow from the Abyss Star Ocean!"
"You want to become me?"
With each word the Emperor pronounced, they struck the fissural mirror with overwhelming force.
Creaking noises under strain faintly emerged, and cracks appeared in the world on the other side of the mirror.
It seemed on the verge of shattering.
"Can you really bear it?" asked Li Ping coldly.
A moment stirred up a thousand waves.
For the first time, Mo Rubing truly changed his expression, breaking away from his imitation of the Faceless Saint Emperor.
Behind Li Ping, he seemed to see a miniature image of the entire Xuanhuang World.
Even beyond that sphere of Xuan Huang light seemed to lurk an even more dazzling Star River!
