Chapter 885: The Great Kalpa Rises Again! Layers of Mist, the Storm is Coming

"That figure, who exactly was it?"

At this time, many Honghuang mighty figures finally reacted, their gazes meeting, their expressions horrified.

"Unknown."

"However, the aura that suppressed everything emanating from him was terrifying and peerless. His cultivation base absolutely exceeded the Saint realm; perhaps even Luo Hou was not his equal."

A mighty figure said with certainty.

Once these words were spoken, some mighty figures changed color.

Although they did not understand Luo Hou's strength, the fact that the other party could flee under the joint efforts of Nüwa and Houtu.

This indicated that Luo Hou's cultivation base had long since exceeded the imagination of all living beings.

And this mysterious existence was even more terrifying than Luo Hou.

Then to what level had his strength reached?

Many mighty figures could not imagine.

"Correct, that figure was too terrifying."

"Standing there, he seemed already capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the Great Dao, making it completely impossible for one to harbor a heart of resistance."

A mighty figure from Purple Mansion Continent said.

Although he was very unwilling to believe it, the facts were indeed so.

Although Luo Hou was formidable, in his confrontation with Lin Xia, he was always suppressed by Lin Xia.

Yet that mysterious existence could make Lin Xia treat him solemnly, even bringing out the supreme divine artifact, the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe.

This was enough to explain the other party's terror.

"This existence, what connection does he have with Luo Hou? Could it be that he is also of the Demon Clan?"

"Likely not; the laws and Dao rhymes circulating on him are completely different from the Demon Clan."

"Although he is not of the Demon Clan, he is absolutely ten thousand times more terrifying than the Demon Clan. The dangerous aura on him makes one's heart tremble."

"I have a premonition that if Saint Lin Xia did not intervene, even the entire Honghuang would fall into a catastrophe."

This taboo existence was completely unfamiliar to the living beings of the Honghuang.

The other party was like being shrouded in a mass of mist.

Filled with mystery, eeriness, and ominousness.

No one knew his origin, nor did anyone know why he appeared? What was his intention?

The mighty figures discussed it endlessly.

Thousands of doubts emerged in their hearts.

But there was never any answer.

"Also, that mysterious ancient mirror, where did it come from?"

"Unknown; for eons, this seat has never seen such an eerie magic treasure."

"Within that mirror, there seemed to be a dark universe floating; just looking at it once almost caused my Dao heart to collapse, my Primordial Spirit to ache as if splitting, as if I had fallen into an endless Demon Abyss."

A Quasi-Saint mighty figure said with a trembling voice.

His face was pale, his pupils full of gloom, as if he had not yet awakened from the demonic barrier.

The shadow that ancient mirror brought him seemed to be about to turn into his inner demon.

"Correct, that ancient mirror did not shatter under the supreme divine might of the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe, which is enough to explain its terror."

"That ancient mirror should be a Chaos Treasure."

"Daoist Kong Sang, have you ever seen this magic treasure?"

"This seat has never seen it, nor even heard of it."

"According to legend, the Honghuang only has four Chaos Treasures; this ancient mirror is simply not among the four great treasures."

"Correct, I can be certain that such a magic treasure has never existed in the Honghuang."

"It is too strange; we have never even heard of such a terrifying magic treasure."

The mighty figures had extremely strange expressions.

Although the ancient mirror had disappeared, the shadow it brought when it appeared was still floating in their hearts, unable to be shaken off.

The power of nothingness and corrosion emitted by the ancient mirror had penetrated deep into their souls.

It was hair-raising.

It was as if their fate in the dark had been altered.

In fact, it was not just them; even Saints found it difficult to deduce.

Seeing Yuanshi looked toward the boundless Chaos starry sky, his expression complex.

He deduced for a long time, but similarly gained nothing.

In the River of Time, there were no traces, no clues.

This ancient mirror, this taboo existence, seemed to have been born out of thin air.

Everything about them was a blank slate.

This caused him to fall into deep confusion.

"Could it be that some supreme existence secretly erased some traces in the River of Time?"

This conjecture caused Seeing Yuanshi's heart to tremble.

This thought seemed somewhat insane, but it seemed to be the only explanation.

And if this were truly the case.

In the primordial times, there likely existed countless secrets.

Thinking of this, Seeing Yuanshi felt his scalp tingle.

For the first time, he felt that Saints were not omnipotent.

"Saint Lin Xia prevented a catastrophe."

"Correct, fortunately there is Saint Lin Xia."

Countless mighty figures had lingering fears; if it were not for Lin Xia shattering the darkness with the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe, they would likely still be in the demonic barrier now.

Their gazes pierced through the endless Chaos, looking toward the direction where Lin Xia was, carrying gratitude and respect.

Regardless, a catastrophe had finally been contained.

However, although the tribulation had passed, the moods of the various mighty figures did not relax much; instead, they became even heavier.

Lin Xia's coercion exposed Luo Hou's trump card.

And in this confrontation, Luo Hou's ambition was also revealed completely.

Luo Hou would absolutely not stop at the Western World; his gaze was on the Honghuang and the myriad worlds.

The Dao-Demon War of the ancient times was how tragic.

Luo Hou's methods were how cruel. ===== CHAPTER 887 =====