In the crevice between spaces, at the junction of reality and illusion, lay an indescribably mysterious place.
An antique bronze mirror darted about haphazardly, like a headless fly. Everywhere it went, all manner of giant, materialized hands reached out for it. Then came swords, ropes, and other weapons, all emerging to besiege it. But the mirror, as slippery as an eel, ingeniously slipped through their grasp.
At last, it forcefully broke through the fabric of real space. Like a meteor, it plummeted downward.
It had originally been headed in another direction. Just then, Lin Tang, who was on his way to Fengqi Mountain, happened to zoom past nearby at high speed.
"Eh? What the hell is that?"
Lin Tang caught a glimpse of a brilliant flash within the clouds. His Divine Sense swept over the area, yet found nothing.
I must have seen things…
