Dead silence, emptiness, smallness, loneliness...

This is the world in the mirror.

Everything here is exactly the same as the other side of the mirror, a messy battlefield, floating clouds, messy forests... The only difference between it and the other side is that there is no one.

In this world in the mirror, Ji Qianming is the only one.

Yes, a person. Even if he is exiled to the mirror by the divine realm, he is not in this mirror, but in another mirror, unknown where he is.

What Ji Qianming is now in is the world in the broken mirror on the battlefield.

One mirror and one world, this is the origin of the Three Thousand Mirror Realm.

Ji Qianming can freely walk around this world in the mirror and return to the real world from any mirror. This is the walker in the mirror.

And the exiled physical practitioner can only be locked in that mirror forever, lonely until death, and this is exile in the mirror world.

Ji Qianming looked at the cheering people in the mirror and felt happy, but there was a hint of bitterness in this joy.

The mission of the wise king has ended, and Ji Qianming's mission has just begun.

The illusion on Ji Qianming's face flashed, his body began to rise, his body became a little stronger, and his face changed into an evil spirit. There was a trace of youthful aura in his eyes, and there was more gloom and indifference.

A ring flashed in his hand, and a dark mask appeared on his hand, with a strange smile that seemed to be crying and laughing, gloomy and weird.

The moment the mask fits Ji Qianming's face, his whole temperament undergoes earth-shaking changes.

From this moment on, Ji Qianming, the Mingjun was dead, and the one who lived was the evil seed!

He stepped out with a light step, and his black figure kept flashing on the nearby mirror and soon disappeared without a trace.

...

Gouchen Academy.

Dada dada dada...

The sound of rapid footsteps came, and then the door of the principal's office was pushed open. Qingya, who was still wearing a commanding combat uniform, appeared at the door and walked in anxiously.

"Your Majesty, Shennongjia is guarding it!"

In the principal's room, Zhang Jingyan was standing by the window, holding a few pages of documents in his hand, as if thinking about something.

"Qing Taotao... don't you know to knock on the door before coming in?" Zhang Jingyan turned his head to look at Qing Ya, silently hid several pieces of paper with the "confidential documents" in his hand behind him, and said lightly.

Only then did Qingya realize that he was excited for a moment, forgot to knock on the door, and respectfully admitted his mistake.

"I'm sorry, your majesty."

"Forget it, you can continue to report." Zhang Jingyan waved his hand and said.

Qingya cleared his throat and quickly reported the situation of the battle: "...Our combat team killed and injured more than 30 people, six of which were freshmen, and the mecha troops of the R&D department suffered more than 220 casualties, and the destruction of the 9th holy relics [Nanfeng Gourd] killed a total of two half-step god kings, ten god generals, sixteen Taixu realm, Tongxuan, and Qianjun realm, a total of 563 people."

Zhang Jingyan was silent. The depleted holy relics were trivial, but the core members who died in battle were all students of Gou Chen’s previous classes, and they were all trained with all their efforts. Including the freshmen who supported them, there should be more than 60 core combat members, and half of them died at once. Such a blow was definitely not small for Gou Chen.

"It's gone?" Zhang Jingyan raised his head, as if he was still waiting for other news.

"Yes!" Qingya nodded, "In fact, when the second round of attack was launched in the God Realm, we had no chance of winning at all, but Ji Qianming suddenly burst out with a quasi-imperial combat power. He even used the fourth-level realm to kill eight god generals one after another. It can be said that he turned the situation around by himself and made us turn defeat into victory!"

"Those practitioners who participated in the war respectfully called him... a wise king!"

Speaking of the word Mingjun, Qingya obviously paused and his expression was complicated.

Zhang Jingyan's eyebrows slightly raised, "Don't?"

"...yes." A hint of sadness appeared on Qingya's face, "Ji Qianming encountered the half-step God King's plot at the decisive moment. Although he successfully killed three god generals, he also... died bravely!"

Bang!

Zhang Jingyan slapped his thighs, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, showing an expression that should have been like this.

Qingya was stunned for a moment and pondered for a moment, "Your Majesty... Did you not hear it clearly? I said Ji Qianming was killed in battle!"

"Oh." Zhang Jingyan's face suddenly sank, his eyes were filled with sadness, grief, and loss of a good general, and regretting his original emotions. Of course, there was still a trace of joy.

"Oh, what a good child, it's gone. It's really a jealous talent, and it's a jealous talent!"

"Fatty Cui, I, Zhang Jingyan... I'm sorry for you!"

"Ji Qianming, go with peace of mind, Gou Chen will always remember your contribution!"

Zhang Jingyan looked sad and sighed to the sky.

Qingya's mouth twitched slightly, feeling that the principal today was not normal, but for a moment, he couldn't say what was wrong... Look at his expression, how sincere!

"Your Majesty, that Ji Qianming's funeral..."

Zhang Jingyan stopped. He was silent for a while and said in a deep voice: "His funeral... is based on the specifications of the Five Lords of Gou Chen! Spread the news, I, Zhang Jingyan, posthumously conferred Ji Qianming as my fifth Lord of Gou Chen... Mingjun!"

"Yes." Qingya replied seriously.

...

Europe, Adam Academy.

Claire sat quietly at the desk, holding a quill in his hand, and in front of him was a piece of white paper with most of the written words, three full pieces on the left, a light blue envelope on the right, and a red postmark on the upper left corner, with a spear mark on it.

“Dear Ji Qianming:

It has been almost six months since you returned to China. I wonder how you are? Do you think... (crossed out), Adam's purple sagus has bloomed, and the weather in London is very good today. Isaac is peeking at Mrs. Amy and was found again in bathing. He was arrested and beaten. Hahaha, do you think he is stupid? And... (crossed out).

I miss you.

When will I come to London to play with me?

…”

Claire made changes, and then seemed to be a little stupid, throwing away the scrapped letter paper in anger, dragging his chin to the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Claire."

A familiar voice came from outside the door, the door of the room was opened, and Alex and Isaac walked in from outside, looking a little ugly.

"What's wrong?" Claire turned his head and looked at the expressions of the two, with a faint premonition in his heart.

Isaac and Alex looked at each other, and the latter sighed softly, looked at Claire, and said softly:

"Claire... Ji Qianming..."

"Qianming? What's wrong with him?" Claire heard the words Ji Qianming, his pupils suddenly contracted, he ran to the two of them quickly and spoke nervously.

"He... died in battle."

A thunderbolt passed through Claire's mind, and his delicate little face suddenly turned pale and his whole body trembled.

She turned her head barefootly and looked at the corner of the room.
Chapter completed!