The Emperor God that walked out of the mirror was the perfect copy of the real Emperor God. Well, except for the pierced heart, the bruises, and the blood-vomiting, they were identical.
"What… Why does he look exactly like me… He's even dressed like me…"
The Emperor God was aghast.
"Oh, I don't just look like you! I even sound like you! In fact, I even have some parts of your memory!"
The duplicate smiled as he reached out a hand toward the real Emperor God's throat and started to squeeze.
"The most important thing is, I even have your cultivation!"
"No… That's impossible… I am Tenshou God's direct disciple, who has trained for ten years in Northern Wilderness Starfield to reach the pinnacle phase of Celestial Cultivation and achieve 130,000 combat power… There's no way a fake like you could have my cultivation!"
