The Cyan Blood Mirror was not large, only the size of a palm, complete with a handle. Resting in the palm, it felt incomparably cold, as if forged from spirit jade.
If held for too long, it even induced a subtle, bloodthirsty urge.
Ye Jingyu injected some true essence into it. Immediately, ripples of spirit patterns surfaced on the Cyan Blood Mirror, followed by emerging illusions. The bloodthirsty urge grew increasingly intense.
With just an extra glance, a gruesome, blood-soaked battlefield materialized in his mind. He even saw the Ye family's Spirit Mountain collapse and his clansmen perish—among other horrific scenes.
Ye Jingyu had no choice but to look away and withdraw his true essence. Only then did the mirror revert to its quaint, original appearance, allowing his state of mind to gradually find peace.
