The darkness before our eyes gradually faded away. Only then did we realize that the spot where we stood was but a small part of Cao Wanzhi's ghost domain; the rest was all reflections created by countless mirrors.
"I can distinguish between what is real and what is illusion, and I can enter, but I can't bring others in. Can you really take Rachel Lan inside?"
Cao Wanzhi still eyed Black Moon with suspicion, but he smiled and nodded as he spoke.
"Of course. Have you forgotten? Rachel Lan possesses the innate power of Coexistence, and my abilities are quite similar to mirror reflections. In fact, my consciousness and form exist thanks to the power of moonlight—it's how I've changed into what I am. I think you all know that much, don't you?"
"So that's how it is. Heh, you really are a peculiar one."
Deathcurse muttered as Felix Zhou stepped up to the mirror and pressed his hand against it.
"It really does seem like an ordinary mirror."
As he spoke, Felix Zhou suddenly kicked the mirror. With a sharp crack, a piece of the scene vanished, revealing only a void of darkness behind it.
In no time, the shattered part Felix Zhou had kicked restored itself to a mirror surface. It reminded me of how Duan Wentian's ghost soul was also quite unusual.
"Is there anything you can do?"
Victor Duan smiled and shook his head.
"My power only uses reflection—it's all illusion. When you think I'm inside the mirror, that's just what you see; it's a trick of perception. My abilities lean toward curse energy."
Rachel Lan, I think you should reconsider. Once you go in, there's no guarantee you'll come out. Rushing inside to search for a trace of Past Ethan Justice within this ghost domain is far too risky.
Mona Ouyang, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke. I looked at her and asked.
"Didn't The Wraithlord already go into the illusion? Didn't you hear anything about it?"
I asked, and Mona Ouyang shook her head.
"I've tried many times since then, entering the illusion, but Past Ethan Justice never appeared—not even once."
For a moment, I felt a surge of anxiety, but quickly dismissed the thought. After all, The Wraithlord can't kill Past Ethan Zhang—he's already made that clear to me.
"I've decided to go in anyway."
I stared at the mirror before me, walked up, and pressed my hand to its surface. The glass was ice-cold, with nothing unusual about it—it felt just like an ordinary mirror.
At that moment, Redmond stepped forward, raising a hand. A streak of black flame appeared, sending a chill through me. The mirror began to crack, then dissolved into black smoke, erasing a large section. Redmond snorted coldly.
"I still think you shouldn't go in, Rachel Lan. If you really can't come back, just as you said—your power can suppress Past Ethan Justice's hellish strength. When that happens..."
I understood exactly what Redmond meant. Just then, Black Moon came closer, smiling as he spoke.
"If I have a way to take you in, then naturally I'll find a way to bring you out, Rachel Lan. Trust me."
"This is the Path Scroll. It records every trace of your journey. Just open it, and you'll see everywhere you've been. If you focus your thoughts, you can view your route directly on the scroll."
"You—why are you so eager to send Rachel Lan inside? What are you really after?"
A mocking, sarcastic voice rang out. Mona Ouyang sneered and moved closer, forcing Black Moon to retreat, waving his hands helplessly.
"I really don't mean anything else. I just want to see the BOSS, too."
"Nothing's been decided yet."
As Lord Shenyan spoke, he walked up to the mirror and pressed his hand to its surface. Gradually, the pattern of a red lotus appeared on the glass.
"It's useless. Even Karmic Fire, or the power of the Buddha, can't open the mirror. Only I can do it—and Rachel Lan."
As Black Moon spoke, the red lotus pattern on the mirror grew larger. With a sharp crack, the entire mirror shattered.
"It really is useless. But inside, I sensed malice."
Lord Shenyan said as he turned his head. From his eyes, I could tell he didn't want me to go in either.
"You all keep trying to stop Rachel Lan—why? After hearing about Past Ethan Justice, you think losing her would be a huge problem. That's why you don't want anything to happen to her. But you can't control her decision; in the end, the choice is yours, Rachel Lan!"
"Power has color. The brighter the color, the more good it represents; the darker, the more evil, and some colors warn of danger. The Curse Wolf can show you, by color, what's dangerous or safe. You must trust it—this is wild power."
"I'm going in. Even if it's only the faintest trace, I have to find Past Ethan Justice."
At that moment, the desire to see Past Ethan Justice again surged uncontrollably in my heart. I felt a rush of emotion, because what lay before me was hope.
Redmond spoke reluctantly, his voice heavy with concern. "Alright, just be careful, Rachel Lan."
Redmond spoke reluctantly, sighing as he looked behind us, then let out a cold laugh.
Redmond smiled faintly and shook his head. "If I were you, I'd risk everything to go in too—because inside, there might still be hope, Rachel Lan."
I nodded and thanked them. At that moment, the Ghost Sovereigns shimmered with strange hues, and Cao Wanzhi raised his hand, opening a breach in front of the old photo studio. One by one, the Ghost Sovereigns departed.
"Be careful. If you get tired inside, you can sleep and see what happens. Take this—if you're asleep, I'll be able to find you."
I murmured assent. Mona Ouyang tossed me a white feather—so soft it seemed to vanish into my palm, then melted into my body.
At that moment, Deathcurse approached, raising a hand. I looked on in surprise as a streak of black energy appeared on his shoulder, and soon I saw a wolf—just a head, with the rest composed of swirling black mist, flowing like water and wrapping around Deathcurse's neck.
"Damn, you're giving the Curse Wolf to Rachel Lan?"
Deathcurse told me to hold out my hand, so I did. His fingertips pressed into my palm, and soon the Curse Wolf wrapped itself around my neck like a scarf. I didn't feel any discomfort.
"Eat it, and you'll be able to control the Curse Wolf with your mind. It won't harm your body in any way."
I looked at it in confusion, but swallowed it anyway. Instantly, I felt a strange new vision—not a hallucination, but a real shift. Through the Curse Wolf's eyes, I could see everything outside, and I noticed that each person's body glowed with a different color.
"Power has color. The brighter the color, the more good it represents; the darker, the more evil, and some colors warn of danger. The Curse Wolf can show you, by color, what's dangerous or safe. You must trust it—this is wild power."