A ruined palace.
The place was deserted, desolate, and cold.
Si Jianye strode ahead, leading the way.
Xiao Zhao sneezed, shivering. "Master, why do I feel this place is so eerie?"
Gong Yi Yuan surveyed the surroundings carefully and said without hesitation, "It's not just you. I also feel something is very wrong here."
Feng Ning He stepped on dry branches and looked at Si Jianye.
Si Jianye was walking forward as if no one else was around.
A voice kept echoing in his ears.
"Come quickly... A Ye..."
The blood in his body was boiling.
This feeling was familiar yet strange.
It was also the first time he had felt this way.
The dilapidated palace was in disrepair, with broken objects scattered everywhere on the ground, making crisp sounds as they were stepped on.
He arrived in front of a mirror.
"A Ye, you're finally here. I've waited for you for so long."
A long, drawn-out male voice slowly came from the mirror.
He focused his gaze, and a blurry figure appeared in the mirror.
Si Jianye's sword-like eyebrows furrowed, his eyes fixed on the mirror. "Who are you?"
The light in the mirror was dim.
The man hung his head, his face obscured. He curled his lips into an evil smile. "A Ye, come find me. This world belongs to you and me. I'll wait for you."
Si Jianye inexplicably felt that the figure was familiar, yet utterly strange.
His mood turned irritable, and his voice clearly deepened. "Who are you!"
The man chuckled and raised his face. His eyes, as deep and sinister as ink, instantly locked onto him. "Guess who I am."
Upon seeing the face in the mirror, Si Jianye's pupils contracted violently.
The face in the mirror was exactly like his own!
He suddenly reached out and fiercely grabbed at the mirror.
With that grab, a powerful force sucked him into the mirror!
The man stood quietly in front of him, his deep eyes staring directly at him.
"How dare you play tricks on me?"
Si Jianye grunted and waved his hand, spiritual energy rushing towards the man.
The man did not dodge. He cackled, "A Ye, you've forgotten everything from the past. Come find me, and I'll make you remember."
The past?
A chill ran through Si Jianye's heart. "I've been aware since the moment I was born. What else do you want me to remember?"
He remembered clearly that it was his master who had picked him up as an infant.
The man burst into laughter. "A Ye, you've truly forgotten completely. Come find me, I'm waiting for you."
That face was identical to his, yet sinister and alluring.
Si Jianye's brows furrowed tightly, an ominous feeling lingering in his heart. "I want to know everything now! Don't try to play games!"
Inside the palace, several pairs of eyes were staring intently at Si Jianye.
Feng Ning He crossed her arms and watched the man before her. "Has he gone mad?"
Si Jianye stood rigidly in front of the mirror, sometimes pounding on it as if in a fit.
The mirror instantly cracked in several places.
Xiao Zhao pretended to be profound, gently stroking his chin. "I think he's gone mad too. Otherwise, why would he stand there motionless?"
The mirror reflected Si Jianye's figure. The man stood there blankly, lost in thought.
Gong Yi Yuan narrowed his eyes and instinctively took a few steps back.
A terrifying aura was emanating from the mirror.
It felt as if a pair of eyes were looking at them through the mirror.
Gong Yi Yuan's expression became serious, and he said in a deep voice, "This mirror is very terrifying. Its aura is far beyond mine. Everyone, step back."
Hearing the slightly warning voice, Feng Ning He examined the mirror again.
She sent a wisp of her divine sense towards the mirror.
The mirror seemed to devour everything. Her divine sense was detected, and she was instantly repelled!
At that moment, she understood why Si Jianye was staring at the mirror.
Si Jianye's divine sense had been sucked into the mirror!
Feng Ning He's heart trembled inexplicably. She hurried forward and grabbed Si Jianye tightly. "Si Jianye, wake up!"
Si Jianye remained motionless, his sharp eyes fixed on the mirror.
In the mirror.
The man was laughing wildly.
"A Ye, it's time. See you next time."
The man's figure instantly vanished without a trace.
Si Jianye panicked and reached out, trying to grab him.
The pitch-black surroundings were utterly void. The man's figure had disappeared without a trace before him.
"Si Jianye! Wake up!"
A hurried female voice reached his ears.
At that moment, Si Jianye's consciousness snapped back. He blinked and saw Feng Ning He standing before him, her face filled with urgency.
Seeing him open his eyes, Feng Ning He breathed a sigh of relief. "You're finally awake. What were you looking at so intently?"
She couldn't sense any powerful force within the mirror, but the moment she released her divine sense, it was instantly repelled, indicating someone was behind the mirror.
Gong Yi Yuan's cultivation was superior to hers, and he would never lie. He must have sensed something.
Si Jianye's gaze fell back to the mirror.
There were several deep cracks on the mirror, and his right hand had a few almost imperceptible wounds.
He instantly understood how the mirror had cracked.
He had broken it himself.
The man's words echoed deeply in his ears, and his heart became agitated.
He had too many questions, but nowhere to find answers.
Even he himself did not understand those things, and others had no need to know his affairs. He did not need to speak.
After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and slowly shook his head. "Nothing."
Feng Ning He didn't say more and looked around. "Although this palace is dilapidated, there seem to be many good things around."
She began to search the surroundings.
Several footsteps echoed clearly in the vast palace.
There were signs of a struggle in the palace.
Feng Ning He stood on a pile of dusty books.
The books were varied, containing all sorts of things.
She reached out and picked through them, and a book suddenly caught her eye.
"Oh, it's actually an ancient alchemy collection! This book is divided into two parts, upper and lower. If one can comprehend its essence, they can at least become a sixth-grade alchemist!"
Gong Yi Yuan came closer and mumbled beside her.
This alchemy book was passed down from ancient times.
It was said that the author was an eighth-grade alchemist!
It was impossible to find even a single eighth-grade pill on the entire continent!
It was rare to become a fifth-grade alchemist, and those above fifth-grade were highly revered everywhere on the continent.
Feng Ning He was currently a fifth-grade alchemist. With this book, her alchemy skills might improve.
A charming smile appeared on her face, and she quickly put the book away.
Gong Yi Yuan chuckled at that moment. "Little girl, the one in your hand is the lower volume. It has an upper volume. Without the upper volume, this book is useless to you. You won't be able to comprehend a single word."