The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Eight entered the mirror in front of them.

Then, from the reflective area of ​​the metal facade of the research institute, which resembles a large pot lid, something emerged.

Then he crawled out again.

Their ability to travel through mirror images has a distance limit.

If you enter through one mirror and exit through another, the actual distance between you cannot exceed a certain length.

The exact length depends on their level; the higher the level, the longer the distance they can traverse.

It's a bit like underwater swimming; you have to surface every now and then to get some air.

Mirror Ghost is still counting.

"...Four...five...seven...eight...nine...ten...Why isn't it six yet?"

The mirror image of the south wind reminded him.

"Passed."

"Oh, so the eighth one didn't come out. Is there a lot of fun inside that he didn't want to leave? The fourth one, you should try it too."

The four mirrored figures next to them started taking out mirrors.

Mirror Ghost reminded him.

"No matter what kind of fun it is inside, no matter how great the fun, you must come out and report it to me, or I'll revoke your title as the most handsome man in the Dao of Sitting in Oblivion!"

"Okay~~geigei~~please be sure to reserve this title for me."

Four mirrored lines slid into the mirror.

Like the mirror bandits, they would peek out from the outer shell of the research institute before crawling back inside.

Late at night, the city defense troops patrolling the perimeter clearly didn't notice the two little cuties.

after awhile.

The four mirrored lines haven't returned.

Mirror Ghost Bro got interested.

"Hey, another one disappeared without a trace. They must be dead."

Mirror South Wind Road.

"I feel like I'm trapped."

Mirror Mist Brother kept changing its shape, he said.

"Whether they were dead or trapped, it all points to one thing: the moment they entered, the other side immediately discovered them and took action."

Mirror Ghost Brother pondered for a moment.

"No, this isn't right. Two people have already gone in. If the people inside discovered it and took measures, why is there no other movement at all? Don't they know who went in? Don't they think about coming out to search for any remaining accomplices?"

Mirror South Wind scratched his head with his magic wand.

"That makes sense... Boss, you're not very good at math, but your mind works pretty fast."

"That's what Mirror Ghost said with certainty."

"We can think of this research institute as a black box. Anyone who enters this black box will immediately, even instantly, lose the possibility of escaping!"

Either you die, or you're trapped and die.

Meanwhile, the people inside the black box didn't even notice anyone entering; the black box operates on its own using some kind of mechanism!

The group of Daoists who had been practicing the meditation method became interested.

"What kind of black box is it? What's inside?"

Curiosity may or may not kill the cat, but it could easily kill the Dao of Forgetfulness.

They now know there's something wrong with the research institute, but they're still enthusiastically starting to take out mirrors.

I'd rather die inside than not go in and see what's inside and why I get trapped as soon as I go in.

"Brothers, let's go and see!"

"Yay!!"

However, before they could jump into the mirror together...

A cloud of black mist suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain.

"Wait! It's the Dark Compass!"

As mirror images created by the Dark Bronze Mirror, this group of people are particularly familiar with the Dark Artifacts.

"What is the Dark Compass doing here?"

Oh no, my curiosity is piqued again.

They decided not to go to the research institute first, but to see what the Dark Compass was up to.

Then, Luo Tong, the host of the Dark Compass, emerged from the black mist.

He looked around, as if to make sure there was no one nearby.

The group of mirror-image bandits on the mountain moved swiftly, diving directly into the mirrors at their sides.

It was late at night, and in the woods, the light was dim. A pile of mirrors lay on the fallen leaves, and from Luo Tong's angle at the foot of the mountain, it was difficult to see that there were mirrors there.

Luo Tong then confirmed that there was no one nearby.

When Luo Tong started gesticulating wildly, like a shaman activating the Dark Compass, the Daoists of the Sitting Meditation Sect all emerged from the mirror to continue watching the show.

The black mist never dissipated.

This is actually a spatial passage created by the Dark Compass, and the other end of the passage may be connected to any place on this planet.

Soon, there was movement in the passageway.

A strange guy came out.

At first glance, it looks like a person.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed a person, and a professional at that.

However, many black tentacles emerged from his tattered professional gear, swaying as he moved.

His face was the strangest, with a dark purple mass of flesh wrapped around it, which was still wriggling.

Even so, it doesn't seem to affect his ability to see where he's going.

There were more than one such eccentric person; there were nine.

After the nine strange men came out, they stood in a row without moving, behind Luo Tong.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Tong started performing the shamanistic ritual again.

The dark compass began to spin rapidly.

A little while later, something else came out.

A pool of black liquid.

It is the host of the Dark Cross.

In the middle of the pool of liquid, half of a body rose up, and a human face was painstakingly sculpted on top.

"What are you doing? The three of us are busy! We've reached a crucial moment!"

Luo Tong said in a deep voice.

"I know, but don't forget to activate these nine weapons into burning mode!"

Crossroads.

"Oh right, I forgot about you, but I still have to remind you."

The nine mutated warriors I created for you, once activated into a burning state, can temporarily possess the maximum attributes of a third-tier professional, but once their stamina is exhausted, they will all melt away.

"Is it the kind of thing that can't be repaired anymore? Have you thought it through?"

"Stop talking nonsense! This plan is a gamble; maybe we can achieve our final goal ahead of schedule! Who cares about losing nine biological weapons!"

"That makes sense, wait a moment."

The cross also began to dance.

A large group of Daoists on the mountain were watching the drama unfold.

"Did you hear that?"

"I could barely hear a little bit."

"What did you hear?"

"Let's stop talking nonsense for a moment."

"You really just spouted nonsense!"

The distance was a bit far, and both the cross and Luo Tong were deliberately keeping their voices down, so Zuowangdao couldn't hear what they were saying.

But clearly, there's more to come, so the Daoists continued to watch the show.

After a while.

A ring of pale purple flames appeared around the bodies of the nine strange men.

"Good heavens, it's on fire!"

"This is self-immolation."

"It doesn't look like it; the fire doesn't seem very hot."

"Are those nine people dead or alive?"

"The Dark Relics always manage to pull off these weird things, it's really damn interesting."

After activating the nine monsters into a burning state, Cross hurriedly jumped into the compass's teleportation channel and left.

Then, Luo Tong started gesturing wildly again.

The black mist was growing larger.

It keeps getting bigger.

Gradually, the altitude was almost reaching the mountainside where the Daoists were lying down.

"What's going on now?"

A strange roar appeared out of nowhere.

The next second, a swarm of mutant beasts poured out of the teleportation tunnel!