I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

The Emperor's imposing body began to dissolve; his skin, bones, and even every inch of flesh and blood instantly transformed into a dark cloud of blood, floating in the air and emanating an aura that oppressed the soul.

The blood cloud is the blood soul slowly spreading in the mirror world, and the blood-colored light becomes brighter and brighter.

This was clearly a situation that Shen Ming and Jian Li had not anticipated.

The Great Luo Sword can unleash a sixth strike, a strike that slays gods.

Whether the enemy is a new god or a god of the highest level like the Emperor, he can kill them with a single sword strike.

But now that the Emperor has been directly dissolved, he is, in a sense, already dead.

The direction of the sword has no effect on the Blood Soul.

Especially in this mirror world, the blood soul is like a huge blood-red river, spreading rapidly along the ripples of the mirror light.

"Close your eyes!" Jian Li urged.

Shen Ming immediately did as instructed, but it was to no avail. The blood-red light shot directly into his brow, pressing down on the depths of his consciousness.

"The success rate of this kind of possession is less than 50%!" Jian Li's voice rang in Shen Ming's mind, trying to communicate with the Emperor.

"If we fail, we perish together; if we succeed, I will be the new Holy Emperor." The Emperor's voice then rang out.

His lifespan had run out, and he had no way out.

It kept breaking through Shen Ming's mind, aiming to reach the depths of his soul, and then use his blood soul to corrupt everything.

"Hahaha, without any protection, without any soul restriction, a cultivator from the lower realm is just a cultivator from the lower realm."

The journey was smooth and unimpeded, and the Emperor shouted triumphantly.

The Blood Soul lunged at the depths of Shen Ming's soul like a giant serpent, relentlessly descending.

However, as the blood cloud gradually seeped in, the Emperor began to realize that something was wrong.

"Why haven't we reached the bottom yet?"

He had no experience with possession, but he was fully prepared.

As expected, when touching the depths of Shen Ming's soul, there would be a surging sense of belonging.

However, from the beginning until now, there has been nothing; Blood Soul seems to be sinking into a bottomless abyss.

The Blood Soul even trembled, and a sense of unease arose in its heart.

It was as if he had stumbled into an incredibly deep place, surrounded by boundless nothingness, and he was being oppressed by an invisible force, as if in an instant he had entered some untouchable realm of existence.

"what happened?!"

A nameless fear rose within the Emperor; everything grew heavier and heavier, and the whole world seemed to be sinking.

Blood Soul seemed to be trapped in a huge vortex.

Boundless, limitless, endless time and space are gnawing away at everything in the Blood Soul.

"This...is not right..."

The Emperor discovered that his bloodline soul was beginning to collapse uncontrollably.

"...This is no ordinary person! Who exactly are you?"

The Emperor was destined to never receive an answer, and after an unknown period of sinking, he finally reached the bottom.

The sight before him left him speechless; he emerged from Shen Ming's mind and soul into the boundless primordial universe.

The power of nothingness swallowed him up in an instant.

The Emperor no longer exists!

The next second, Shen Ming shuddered, opened his eyes, and immediately checked his body with his hands.

"I haven't been possessed, have I?" he asked uncertainly.

Jian Li, who was still trying to come up with a solution, paused for a moment.

Failed possession will result in mutual destruction, and the mind will feel like it has been through a storm. Only successful possession will bring such peace.

However, it is clearly impossible for the familiar feeling between the sword master and the sword spirit to still be there.

"What sword spirit am I?" Jian Li asked, still uneasy.

"The Great Luo Sword," Shen Ming said.

Jian Li breathed a sigh of relief, confirming that the person in front of her was Shen Ming.

"Don't others know such a simple thing about possession?" Shen Ming thought it was not rigorous.

"No, if he were to possess someone, he would say it's the Great Luo Immortal Sword," Jian Li said irritably.

This guy uses the Great Luo Immortal Sword when he needs something, and the Great Luo Sword when he doesn't; his main focus is on authenticity.

These catchphrases and thought patterns cannot be imitated through possession; they can only be interpreted through memory.

The fact that Shen Ming could blurt it out meant that it was indeed him.

"What just happened? Did you feel reluctant to part?" Jian Li asked.

"do not know."

Shen Ming frowned. The moment the blood soul invaded, his mind went blank, and he felt nothing at all.

When she came to her senses, she saw Jian Li asking her if she was alright.

As for the Emperor, I couldn't find any trace of him in my mind.

"impossible."

Jian Li was puzzled; even the most powerful soul protection barrier couldn't possibly achieve this level of protection.

"Ultimately, I'm not his reincarnation. He was desperate and tried to drag me down with him, but he didn't expect me to..."

“Innate Sacred Body, Supreme Dao Embryo,” Jian Li finished speaking for him.

"Yes, that's it."

Besides this, Jianli and he couldn't think of any other possibilities.

At this moment, the world in the mirror began to change drastically. The originally transparent and flawless mirror surface suddenly developed countless cracks, which spread rapidly like a spider web, as if the whole world was being torn apart.

"let's go."

……

Outside, the Tianchi Clan, the Tianshen Academy, and many others who were enemies of Shen Ming were celebrating.

The Emperor himself took action, bringing Shen Ming from the outside into the mirror world.

No one can save him. At worst, the Emperor can take that guy down with him.

"This is the fate of cultivators in the lower realms; no matter how glorious they may be, they are like duckweed."

"Without a powerful backer, without a master, and without even a god-level expert to help."

"The world is so unfair."

In the world of treasures, Li Zibai once again becomes the target of public criticism because of the bronze box.

Fortunately, Li Miaozhen and the people from the Divine Flame Dynasty were present this time, so those people dared not make any rash moves.

However, once the results are determined and the Emperor appears, everything will change.

Li Miaozhen was worried about Shen Ming. She knew Shen Ming's trump card: the sixth form of the God-Slaying Sword Technique.

But you only get one chance!

Suddenly, Li Miaozhen's expression softened.

A figure emerged from the Emperor's Mirror and returned to the Treasure Realm in one step.

Not only was he unharmed, but he also exuded a magnificent aura, his steps flowing like the stars and the sea, carrying an unprecedented pressure.

"impossible!"

Those outside who saw Shen Ming walk out unharmed turned pale instantly, their hearts filled with shock and fear.

The Tianchi clan, who were all celebrating, looked extremely grim; their previous smugness and excitement were instantly replaced by unease.

No one spoke; they were still patiently waiting for the Emperor.

They had various speculations in their minds, such as Shen Ming agreeing to the Emperor's conditions and giving up the treasures of the Treasure Realm.

Or they could become disciples of the Emperor directly.

Although such a possibility is very small, judging from the results, this is the only possibility left.

It can't be that Shen Ming kills the Emperor...

Just as he was thinking this, the Emperor's Mirror in the sky reached its limit and shattered.

"This……"

This shattering sent a chill down everyone's spine, and the impossible possibility resurfaced.

"The Emperor has been executed, who else wants to die!"

Before they could calm down, Shen Ming made a startling remark, causing an uproar.