Suddenly, the image in the ancient mirror turned chaotic, constantly shifting, constantly searching...
Finally, a silhouette appeared on the mirror's surface, and at this moment, the old man and the woman in white stared intently at the mirror.
In the next second, behind the silhouette, a Long River emerged.
The moment the phantom of the Long River appeared—
Bam—
A shattering sound rang out, and the mirror surface shattered instantly into countless fragments.
Thud—
The old man's face turned deathly pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, supporting himself on the ground, gasping heavily.
Seeing this, the woman in white was shocked, "Ancestor, are you okay?!"
At this moment, the old man didn't have the strength to respond, his life force weak to the extreme, like a flickering candle flame in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
