The white frost subsides, and the mirror reflects brightness.
As Fu Qian toyed with the bell staff in his hand, not a single sound could be heard around him.
However, at the same time, the mirrors in sight seemed to have returned to their original nature, reflecting true images.
Due to the crossing angles, a glance reveals a multitude of overlapping figures.
Especially when Fu Qian finally put away the bell staff and stepped forward, it became like a kaleidoscope of shifting illusions.
These simple visual deceptions, of course, could not affect Fu Qian.
He was more curious about the shape of the passage itself.
From the invisible path earlier to the current Mirror House, there was a change of dimensional proportions to some extent.
This palace of illusions seemed to be becoming more and more real.
He wondered if the deeper the fall, the quantitative changes might lead to qualitative changes.
It even became more lively.
