Chapter 3061

Ying Tian's own head is small, so everything he looks at appears large, and he cannot immediately judge its identity. Waiting for it to turn and face the corpse head-on, he finally breathed a sigh of relief:

It was not Shu Tian.

Sensing again, Shu Tian was still not far away.

The rules of this ghostly place are truly strange.

However, this corpse on the ground exudes an eerie aura—its skin is dry, wrinkled, and loose, with brownish spots, and its hair is grayish-white and very sparse.

He stared at this face for a few breaths, then suddenly recognized it.

Wei Jia Shen!

This deceased is actually Wei Jia Shen, and moreover, the aged version of him.

Even gods age, but only when suffering from unhealable wounds or during periods of scarce demonic qi, which is extremely rare. What exactly did the Red General do to him!

Could it be?

At this moment, the six mirrors suddenly shattered. He had no time to react, the surroundings changed, and he was forced into the next round.

"What's going on?" He didn't even move, so why did the mirror shatter on its own?

Ying Tian couldn't hold it steady, and as a result, before he could even take a breath, the next thirteen mirrors shattered again!

Does he not need to act for the mirrors to break? In other words, is this labyrinth constantly moving on its own?

No, that's not right!

He suddenly realized:

It is Shu Tian and the other gods who are breaking the mirrors!

Every time someone shatters a mirror surface—whether it's him, Shu Tian, or another god—it causes this labyrinth to change.

After such cycles repeated, another three rounds passed.

During this period, he also encountered two god corpses, both subordinates of his, and their deaths were identical to Wei Jia Shen's.

But Ying Tian finally figured it out: this labyrinth is actually composed of countless faceted spaces, some of which even overlap. A slight external force can alter it, yet no matter how it changes, it should have an axis. All changes are symmetrical variations around it!

Ying Tian doesn't like to overthink, but after all, he is still a True Person, and his comprehension and understanding of the laws far surpass those of ordinary gods.

That is to say, as long as he and Shu Tian both rush to this axis position, they can reunite!

Because in this labyrinth, only the axis remains unchanged.

And where should this axis be?

He was pondering this when the labyrinth began cycling again, giving him no more time to observe—clearly, Shu Tian had started smashing mirrors again, and doing so continuously, with scenes switching nonstop.

Ying Tian could only feel mirrors shattering from all directions, mirror fragments flying everywhere.

Before he could even clear his vision of the space he was in, everything shattered again.

Has Shu Tian gone mad, now wildly smashing mirrors?

This reckless fool of a younger brother! Ying Tian cursed him angrily a few times.

Since birth, Shu Tian has never left his elder brother's side, and now he's probably just panicked.

After another two rounds of mirror-shattering cycles, Ying Tian finally confirmed: the closer to the axis, the fewer the mirrors and the simpler the space; the farther from the axis, the more the mirrors and the more complex the spatial shifts.

The Great Dao is simple, while the branches grow increasingly tangled.

Upon grasping this truth, when he returned to the origin point once more, he hesitated not, turned around, and faced the mirror behind him.

He was too eager to reunite with his brother, too eager to break out of heaven.

At this moment, the Red General's cold voice echoed again from behind: "Your time has come."

He turned around, and saw the Red General's figure reappear in the mirror.

The background remained pitch black, only her armor glowing, bright red as blood.

The damages on her armor from explosions had been fully repaired, but now she bore many new wounds. She had also changed her mask to a red fanged one.

Every indentation on the mask was a ferocious shadow.

Against this backdrop, she resembled a red death god.

Ying Tian chuckled: "You appeared in a rush—because I found the labyrinth's flaw, right?"

While he was deducing this so-called kaleidoscope, uh, labyrinth's pattern, the Red General had vanished for a long time. Now she suddenly reappeared—is she afraid he might truly break all of this?

The Red General tilted her head, then suddenly asked him: "Between you and your younger brother, don't you have a tacit understanding?"

"What————"

She's asking nonsense! But Ying Tian was startled, for since she mentioned it, he suddenly realized he hadn't sensed Shu Tian's position in a long time!

Earlier, this kaleidoscopic shifting was too fast—Shu Tian's position flickered near and far, like a pinball bouncing nonstop. Ying Tian had paid attention at first, but later grew numb and lazy about tracking him.

Yet now, when he tried to calm down and sense carefully, he found he could not locate him!

Where is Shu Tian?

I don't know, because his perception is a blank void, like a dead pool, unable to stir even a ripple.

Before, Ying and Shu Tian sensed each other like two bats in the dark—no matter the distance, each could feel the other's vibrations.

But now, he feels nothing at all!

Brothers who have been closely connected since birth, these twin stars who have communicated constantly for thousands of years—now they cannot even sense each other's existence?

Ying Tian's shock was no small matter; he gasped: "What did you do to him!"

The Red General chuckled lowly twice, then suddenly reached behind her, pulled out a skull, and held it high before him!

Ying Tian was terrified.

Although this skull had tightly shut eyes, wrinkled skin, and sparse, soft white hair that looked utterly unseemly—appearing as an old man on his deathbed—yet from the facial features, one could still barely discern that it was Shu Tian!

"You, you————" Ying Tian's anger surged to his heart, his vision darkened before him.

Could it be fake, an illusion? After all, the estate of the True Person of a Thousand Illusions was also inherited by the Nine Abysses—perhaps the Red General is using illusionary tools to deceive him, to disturb his mind.

"Look for yourself."

Red General seemed to hear Sleeve's inner voice; with a casual toss, the severed head flew toward him, rolling twice on the ground.

The moment Ying Tian extended a claw and touched it, he could confirm — this was indeed his younger brother's severed head!

No wonder, no wonder the kaleidoscope's mirror array kept switching nonstop just now, no wonder Red General's battle armor was covered in fresh wounds, some clearly burned — turns out she went to deal with Zhe Tian.

During their battle they must have shattered many mirrors; that is why the maze's switching was so rapid.

And he, he had been cursing Zhe Tian for ramming into mirror surfaces like a wild bull, causing himself endless trouble.

"The time your younger brother bought with his life — you didn't make a single bit of good use of it." Red General's mockery was like another knife plunged into Ying Tian's chest.

He let out a furious roar and slammed straight toward Red General ahead.

Clang— the mirror shattered.

The next scene had twelve mirrors, so there were twelve reflections of Red General.

Ying Tian, rage attacking his heart, attacked in a frenzy, smashing one mirror after another.

However many times the maze switched again, he no longer cared.

How much time had passed, he had no concept either.

Then, for the Nth time, he returned to the six-mirror space, unsurprisingly.

Different from before, he was already panting heavily, exhausted to the point his fingertips could not even lift.