Looking around.
The reflections in the mirrors no longer move with him.
They are all staring at White Bird.
The next second, dozens of White Birds walked out from them.
White Bird wanted to resist, wielding divine techniques, attacking the mirage, but wounds appeared on his own body.
Caught off guard, he was hurt by the same achievement as the opponent.
"Impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible."
"Evil Technique?"
White Bird feels time passing slowly.
As if tens of thousands of years have passed, the surrounding mirage remains unchanged.
"What is this?!"
White Bird took a deep breath.
For ordinary cultivators, their minds might have crumbled under such torment.
But White Bird was ultimately a Divinity Transformation Cultivator.
He looked intently at the sky, seeking an answer.
"Ninth-tier Array, Mirror Flower Water Moon."
Zhong Heng stood above the Nine Heavens.
Behind him was a giant phantom.
The phantom resembled Zhong Heng but was grander.
