"Heretics and deviants!"
The young Dharma Transmitter looked at the sinister smile on the other's face and couldn't help but scold, both shocked and fearful and angry.
However, his actions betrayed his true inner thoughts.
A black mysterious light circulated, enveloping his body.
Space seemed to be ripped apart as the young man slowly sank into the void, his figure gradually dimming.
"I can feel the fear in your heart."
"Why run? What are you so afraid of?"
The Mystical Sky Sect King watched the young man before him and whispered.
"Confront your inner self..."
"Let you..."
"Return to your true self..."
The words of the Mystical Sky Sect King seemed to contain a strange power.
As he chanted softly, a transparent dividing line suddenly appeared between him and the young Dharma Transmitter.
On both sides of the dividing line, it was like the worlds inside and outside a mirror, corresponding to each other, perfectly identical.
