Even when cultivated to the profound depth, one can use this Reincarnation Treasure Mirror to interfere with the things reflected within.
"You indeed know quite a bit." A soft laugh came through, as Daoist Qingya tapped a finger on the Reincarnation Treasure Mirror, ripples undulated, slowly manifesting an image on the mirror.
It was a dark, swamp-like abyssal land, where a figure sat alone, surrounded by wounds, blood dripping from the mouth, visible injuries all over, each one differing, as if he'd been besieged.
And when Qi Xiu saw the face of the sitting figure, his gaze couldn't help but change.
"Great Elder?"
That's right, the figure in the mirror, seemingly besieged and gravely injured, was none other than the Great Elder of the Shenxiao Sect, Dongfang Xiong, who was undergoing the Great Tribulation of the Primordial Spirit, having been lost from view.
