Mirror Realm, Winged People's Divine Nation.
A white-feathered winged person sat in the central courtyard, with civil and military officials roaring like a mountain and crashing like a tsunami.
There were giants a hundred zhang tall, as well as Demon Race Demon Marshals; the strong contenders from the Human Race were even more numerous.
Xu Xuan couldn't help but covet the scene before him.
If all these experts were under the command of the Dao Sect, he could lead his forces north this very night and unify the lands.
Unfortunately, it was too difficult to travel from a higher dimension to a lower one, practically an impossible task; if Xu Xuan hadn't had the mirror, he probably would have never been able to reach the Martial Arts World in his lifetime.
"It's about time to leave," thought Xu Xuan.
And then, with a thought,
Crack!!
The mirror shattered into pieces and would reform somewhere else.
