It was that critical moment in which Yang Qi was using his energy arts to link his nascent divinity with the Chiliocosm Mirror itself. Unfortunately, it was a moment of extreme weakness for him in which he could suffer dismal failure.

And it was also when a beam of divine light appeared, accompanied by laughter that filled all of heaven and earth.

“So, someone is trying to take the Chiliocosm Mirror? Who might it be? You pieces of trash have been here for months, but don't have a thing to show for it. I've been watching you, just waiting for the right moment to strike and enslave the lot of you. Who would have guessed that you would actually succeed with the mirror? Well, whoever’s inside is about to be transformed into the mirror's spirit automaton and remain in there for all eternity.”

An old man appeared overhead, clad in black clothing and holding a steel pitchfork. He had a long, narrow face with square pupils in his eyes, and from the way he moved it seemed like he might be capable of passing in and out of various aspects of space-time,...