A flash of golden light, and the golden glow in Zhang Xiaohao's eyes vanished, replaced by the vision the Heavenly Lady had just witnessed.
"What happened to my eyes?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"My lord, see for yourself!" the Heavenly Lady replied.
She flipped her right hand, pulled out a small mirror, and handed it over.
Taking the mirror, Zhang Xiaohao examined it closely. In the reflection, he saw a keen face that seemed ordinary at first glance, except for the eyes, which carried a hint of mystery and difference.
His left eye gleamed with a golden light, and upon closer inspection, streams of golden rays flowed, slowly converging into streams of golden lines, opening up heaven and earth. In his right eye, dark air currents surged forth, unlike the righteous light from the left eye. The right eye resembled the eye of a Demon God, bringing about an apocalypse.
