The sound of the space-time cocoon shattering was not a crisp snap, but the chorus of a billion sighs. As Little Nianyao tore apart the final Star Lock Chain, what surged out was not light, but space-time congestion as thick as ink. These stagnant pools of time solidified in the air into three hundred water mirrors, each reflecting a future where she made a different choice—the warden in the mirror on the left was driving a bronze nail into the center of Yun Qingyu's brow, the destroyer in the mirror on the right had Ao Li's Dragon Fetus crushed beneath her foot, and the smiling self in the center mirror held a Dragon Fetus that bore the face of the First Generation Palace Master!
"Welcome to the Prison of Truth." The voice of the First Generation Palace Master seeped out from every water mirror. Little Nianyao's Buddha-Demon body suddenly stiffened as she saw her reflection in the mirrors slowly turn around—there were no Buddha-Demon marks on the necks of those mirror images, only multiplying snake scales.
The water mirror on the far left suddenly rippled, and the white-robed warden stepped out from within. The Star Lock Chain in her hands coiled around Yun Qingyu's Netherworld core, and the end of the chain turned out to be a fragment of Li Taibai's broken sword. "Hand over the Canglan Bead," the mirror image's voice carried the icy chill of grinding metal, "or he shall never be reincarnated."
Chapter 27