Yang Zhen and the fat cat were chasing each other, acting out a life-and-death race in the Shanggeng Mirror World and ended up crashing into a mountain.
Standing tall and piercing the clouds in the Shanggeng Mirror World was a mountain filled with a dense aura of blood. Countless practitioners had gathered there and were looking up in horror at an elderly man atop the mountain.
The elder wore a solemn expression as he carefully ascended the stone steps that led up the mountain. With every step he took, his aura would increase dramatically.
There were at least a thousand practitioners surrounding him, all of them anxiously watching the elder's back. There were plenty of Nascent Soul Stage Experts among them, with some enormously powerful ones that had reached the eighth or ninth tier. Like the other practitioners, their faces also reflected a mix of severity and tension.
Boom!
