"Interesting."
The Goddess's expression returned to calmness, casually remarking as she once again activated the Haotian Mirror, directing it towards the young man in linen garments.
What appeared in the mirror was a series of indistinct, blurry figures.
It could not reveal past lives, illuminate history, penetrate cause and effect, or expose fate.
What could be reflected were
merely clusters of vague figures—after which, these shadowy figures all collapsed with a boom, collapsing into an extremely tiny, extremely reclusive 'point'!!
The people and deities in the testing ground exchanged glances.
Nezha looked up, utterly shocked.
A phrase flashed through his mind, taught by his master in the past.
"Before the world was created, before all things were born, the world was chaos, all paths did not exist, and all wonders converged into one."
