Xiao Ming's soul sea was like a tempest of swirling energies, resonating with the lingering impressions of the vision he had just witnessed. The memory of Shen Ji, the God of Judgment, wielding the Heavenly Judgment Mirror, still lingered in his mind's eye.
The magnitude of the artifact's power had left him both awestruck and contemplative. As he returned to his senses, the Dream Walker Mirror floated quietly in the space between him and the Shadow Phoenix's will, as though waiting for his recognition.
The blazing form of the Shadow Phoenix flickered faintly, its will caught in a rare moment of silent deliberation. Although its external demeanor remained composed, the depths of its soul churned with inner questions.
