The mirror shone with brilliance, revealing a blurry figure that became clearer as more spiritual power was injected, rapidly transforming the hazy image into clarity.
It was a middle-aged man, emanating a faint golden radiance, cloaking him in a misty haze, obscuring any true discernment.
Above his head flowed light-shadow, sketching a barely visible Dharma Aspect, imposing an infinite oppressive aura.
Shepherd Heavenly Monarch, holding the Golden Token, bowed and saluted, "Subordinate Shepherd Heavenly Monarch has urgent matters to report to the Emperor!"
On the golden mirror, the middle-aged man's voice was ethereal and airy, as if coming from beyond the Nine Heavens.
"Speak!"
