The mirror's voice was somewhat weak:

"The spear tip is very high in level. Fortunately, only a broken corner remains; otherwise, I wouldn't be able to extract its mirror image..."

Chen Xiang patted the mirror:

"Thank you for your hard work."

As he spoke, he casually picked up a segment of the spear tip and stood in front of a full-length mirror in the secret chamber, noticing that his hand in the mirror was empty, with no spear tip present...

"Mirror."

Chen Xiang asked softly:

"Do you think the gods can distinguish between the mirror item and the real item?"

The mirror replied weakly:

"As long as the item isn't placed in front of the mirror, even the gods wouldn't notice... because the mirror world is also reality, and the mirror item isn't illusory."

"People."

Chen Xiang gazed at the mirror:

"Can the person in the mirror also step out from it?"

The mirror fell silent.

After a long while,

it shook its head slightly:

"To your question, I don't know... At least, I can't do that."

Chen Xiang didn't press further and placed the mirrored spear tip, Twilight Order, and visualization diagram back into the urn, then returned the urn to the wooden box.

After closing the box,

Chen Xiang turned to ask:

"Mirror, have you hidden any of your abilities?"

The mirror shook its head:

"To your question, I don't know... After I went mad, I really forgot many things."

Hearing this, Chen Xiang expressed some regret:

"Since that's the case, I'll just have to store you in my dream as well, to prevent the First Generation from discovering anything unusual when they come for the visualization diagram..."

"Wait!"

The mirror's voice rose an octave, and it said seriously:

"To your question, I seem to remember that I do have hidden abilities... I can slip into the mirror realm."

"You remembered again?"

Chen Xiang couldn't help but laugh in annoyance. The mirror curved its body, almost like nodding seriously. Then, in Chen Xiang's astonished gaze, it began to curl from the edge of the frame, gradually disappearing into the crack in the mirror. With a ‘whoosh,' the entire mirror sank into the crack, leaving only a gaping fissure suspended in mid-air...

Like a scar etched into space.

This bizarre contradiction made Chen Xiang feel uneasy as he stared at the floating crack:

"What is this..."

He struggled to find the right words.

"I'm amazing, right?"

The mirror boasted proudly:

"Indeed, I am the invincible Mirror King... Just watch!"

As it spoke,

the floating crack shrank to the size of a palm, sticking to Chen Xiang's wrist like a strange tattoo.

"This is definitely much better... Can you stuff things into this crack?"

"To your question, it should be possible!"

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Chen Xiang contemplated and brought the wrist crack closer to the real spear tip, visualization diagram, and Twilight Order.

In the blink of an eye, the three Twilight relics were ‘sucked' into the fissure. Chen Xiang then similarly sucked in the monocle and wand, finally satisfied:

"This makes things much more convenient..."

"Of course!"The mirror was pleased with itself.

Chen Xiang smiled and patted the crack on his wrist:

"Alright, if you have nothing to say, don't speak. If the First Generation happens to notice this, it'll cause trouble. When I don't call for you, just keep quiet."

"As you wish."And just like that, the fissure fell completely silent.

After marveling for a moment, Chen Xiang calmed his mind and turned his focus inward, attempting to connect with the glowing【Blessing】.

According to the First Generation and the Prophet, the blessing could communicate with the subservient apostles...

After touching the blessing for a moment,

Chen Xiang felt his ‘vision' suddenly elevate, almost gaining a god-like perspective, where he could see a blurred figure kneeling before him.

"Your Excellency, the Councilor."

Chen Xiang sensed this novel perspective and vaguely understood that he was gazing at the ‘soul' of one of his apostles.

He sighed lightly:

"Since you call me Councilor, you must know about the Twilight incident, right?"

The figure seemed sorrowful, responding softly:

"To your Excellency, I am already aware."

Chen Xiang remained silent for a moment, then calmly stated:

"I am called【Mentor】; what is your name?"

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, a middle-aged man dressed in fine clothing lay on a bed, eyes tightly closed, listening within his own spiritual world.

He gazed in fear at the enormous shadow dominating his entire spiritual realm and lowered his head:

"Old Apostle, Meng Tu."

The massive shadow nodded slightly:

"Upon entering the Council, I may not know as much as you... I will remember your name."

Meng Tu bowed respectfully, sensing that the colossal shadow hovering above his spiritual world seemed to be dissipating.

After hesitating for a moment, he said respectfully:

"Mentor, there is something that requires your review and approval."

"Speak."

"There is a suspected Abyss Lord's follower in Great City, who has been exceptionally invited by another messenger to become the new Old Messenger. This requires your approval..."

"Granted."

As soon as he spoke, the enormous shadow slowly dissipated in Meng Tu's astonished gaze, and the overwhelming pressure vanished completely.

In reality, he suddenly opened his eyes and wiped the sweat from his brow:

"Mentor..."

The attendant beside him stirred awake, her alluring figure leaning closer:

"Duke, what's wrong...?"

"It's nothing."

...

"I really am reviewing myself..."

Chen Xiang retracted his mind and shook his head. He sat cross-legged, quietly visualizing the Twilight Titan, or rather the Twilight Ruler, absorbing the divine essence particles from the void.

He attempted to refine his control, cautiously infusing the divine essence into his internal organs...

Although progress was slow, Chen Xiang's ability to control the divine essence was gradually improving. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before he could truly temper his internal organs.

Once he broke through the internal organs, he would become a【Martialist】.

...

Morning.

"Eight Rings News!"

As Chen Xiang brushed his teeth, he listened to the animated voice of the red-haired host on the television in the living room.

"This morning, there is no top news. The riot in the Nine Rings continues. Hey, those rebellious folks have reduced the governing office to ashes. Rumor has it that the higher-ups are preparing to abolish all administrative institutions in the Nine Rings!"

"In short, the Nine Rings will lose the governing office, the police station, the fire department... The Nine Rings is about to become a【Planned Area】, a lawless land of crime!"

Chen Xiang frowned, spitting out the foam in his mouth, lost in thought:

"Strange, they're just abandoning the Nine Rings?"

If it had been before, it would have made sense, but now Chen Xiang knew that the extraordinary truly existed and was terrifyingly powerful.

If the Nine Rings were just an ordinary riot, a single extraordinary being could suppress it. Yet now, the higher-ups seemed to be ready to give up on the Nine Rings...

This riot was a serious problem.

Exiting the bathroom, he saw the red-haired host making exaggerated gestures on the television:

"Good morning, welcome to Great City!"

Chen Xiang didn't turn off the TV and jumped out the window, heading towards the Giant Academy.

The morning passed uneventfully. Lecturer Lin still hadn't returned, and from the discussions in the office, it seemed she was still at the secret adjustment office, likely facing grave danger.

Chen Xiang then attended the morning classes on【Protective and Exorcism Arts】 and【Philosophy and Application of the Four Elements】, which were both theoretical and rather lacking in substance for freshmen.

After lunch at the faculty cafeteria, he spotted Wei Qingqiu, just as his phone vibrated slightly.

"Hey, Second Brother?"

"Little Brother, your sister and I are going to check out the new house. I'll send you the address later. If you're free this afternoon, could you go to the orphanage and bring back that child named Jerusalem?"

"Sure, I have nothing planned this afternoon. I'll head over right away."

After a brief chat, Chen Xiang hung up the phone. The silver-haired girl smiled and said:

"Shall I take you there?"

"Thank you so much."

The sky-blue sports car sped down the road as Wei Qingqiu cheerfully said:

"The Apostle just sent me a message. The Speaker has approved your proposal to become an Old Messenger... We're colleagues now!"

Chen Xiang smiled without replying, while Wei Qingqiu continued:

"Once you finish moving, I'll come find you tonight. I have a lot of things to give you, sorry for the trouble..."

The two chatted casually, and soon they arrived at the orphanage according to the navigation.

"This is the orphanage?"

Chen Xiang stared in amazement at the massive, almost luxurious building before him, somewhat dazed. But soon, his attention was drawn to a familiar figure.

In the broad garden beside the orphanage, a girl of about ten, her nose running, was enthusiastically hammering the legs of a boy sitting in a wheelchair with a small mallet, cheerfully saying:

"Do you feel anything? I heard the adults say that once your legs have feeling, you'll recover quickly!"

The boy with golden and silver heterochromia smiled gently without responding, while Chen Xiang, not far away, was taken aback:

"Silly Girl?"

He focused on the shackles on Silly Girl's ankles, his expression darkening.