The white screen faded slowly, dissolving into nothingness.

When vision returned, everything had changed. The shattered ruins of the city, the broken streets, and crumbling gates were gone, replaced by a world that defied imagination.

Before them stretched an endless expanse of radiant beauty. Towering mountain cliffs rose like colossal guardians, their peaks jagged yet elegant, carved from stone that shimmered with faint gold and silver veins. Some mountains floated in midair, drifting lazily as if caught in a slow celestial dance. Between them, rivers of crystal-clear water wove through the landscape, cascading from floating cliffs in impossibly graceful arcs, forming luminous waterfalls that fell into oceans sparkling like liquid starlight.

The ocean itself stretched infinitely, calm and majestic, dotted with small, lush islands whose greenery glowed softly under the new light. Each island appeared untouched, ethereal, like fragments of paradise suspended above the waves. The water reflected the sky perfectly, doubling the beauty of the realm.

Above, the sky had cleared. The violet haze of the previous dimension vanished, replaced by a starlit expanse so vast it seemed to go beyond infinity. Countless stars shimmered like diamonds, casting soft, silver light across the mountains and oceans. A single, enormous moon hung low and close to the ocean, The moon glowed with a soft, yet intense light, so enormous it almost touched the horizon. Its reflection painted the water in rippling ribbons of silver, dancing across waves. It's surface etched with glowing patterns that pulsed faintly, as though breathing with the rhythm of the world itself. The atmosphere hummed with power, a delicate vibration that brushed against the skin and resonated in the bones.

On a high cliff overlooking this divine panorama, the Sanatan Flame Sect members stood, their eyes wide with shock and awe. The wind swept around them, tugging at robes and hair, carrying the salty scent of the ocean and the faint, sweet aroma of unknown spiritual herbs that seemed to flourish spontaneously across the terrain. Even the polished stone beneath their feet glimmered faintly, as if alive.

Below them, across a vast expanse of glittering plains and cascading waterfalls, the Blood Saber Sect members had been standing in shock. Zhou Xian, the young lord, surrounded by his seven elders and ninety-seven disciples. Their crimson auras vanished. Their eyes wide with disbelief and challenge. The shattered city that had once been their battlefield was now gone, replaced entirely by this heaven-like realm — and they were exposed, vulnerable beneath the omnipotent gaze of Shaurya.

Shaurya stood alone infront of them, hands in pocket golden aura flickering faintly across his body. A calm certainty in his gaze. The wind swirled around him, carrying sparks of golden light that danced in the air like living fireflies.

The memebers of Sanatan Flame Sect stood safely on that mountain cliff, their formation rigid, eyes filled with awe and anticipation. Even Elders couldn't hide their shock, their hands gripping their weapons tightly as they observed the sheer scale of the domain before them. Medicinal Fairy, Elder Hua, stood quietly beside Lin Shu, eyes reflecting the silver ocean and floating islands, her mind struggling to comprehend the surreal beauty and absolute power of the realm.

The ground beneath Shaurya shifted subtly, stone flowing into smooth arcs, forming natural platforms that radiated faint golden light. Islands of rock and crystal rose and merged seamlessly into the cliffs and floating mountains, creating a landscape that felt alive, aware of the will of its master.

Above, the stars seemed to pulse in response to Shaurya's presence, and the giant moon glowed brighter as if acknowledging his dominion over this Mirror's Heaven. The rivers and waterfalls sparkled, reflecting shifting auroras of gold, silver, and spectral violet — spectral colors that can't behave like this in the normal world, refracted through the power of the mirror dimension itself.

Shaurya's golden eyes swept across the Blood Saber Sect. Zhou Xian and his disciples, once confident, now seemed almost miniature against the vast, divine backdrop. Every element of the environment — floating mountains, luminous oceans, radiant islands, the gigantic moon, the glittering stars — screamed of Shaurya's absolute authority.

He exhaled softly, calm as a still pond, yet every syllable of his being carried the silent power to reshape reality. "This is… my domain now," he murmured under his breath. The air itself seemed to bend, a subtle ripple rolling across the oceans, through the cliffs, and up into the starry sky.

Elder Liya whispered to Lin Shu, her voice trembling slightly, "Elder Lin Shu… this… this is beyond anything I've ever seen."

Wang Tian expression was solemn. "It's the power of absolute control… the Mirror's Beyond… it's beautiful, but deadly. One wrong step, and…" His words trailed off, swallowed by the sheer grandeur of the realm.

Shaurya's aura flared subtly, golden threads snaking outward from him and weaving into the environment. The cliffs brightened, the oceans shimmered, and the moonlight reflected as if reality itself acknowledged him as the god of this dimension. He raised a hand slightly, golden sparks leaping from his fingertips, and the mountains, rivers, and islands pulsed softly in rhythm with his will.

Zhou Xian clenched his fists, crimson light coiling around him like serpents. He glared at Shaurya. "You… how… how can you control this?" His voice trembled with disbelief and fury.

Shaurya smiled faintly, golden eyes glinting like twin suns. "Because, Zhou Xian… you can control the mirror only if your mind is stronger than it. And I am…" He paused, scanning the vast heaven-like realm with a sweep of his gaze. "I am not just stronger… I am the strongest."

The Blood Saber Sect disciples' faces turned pale, their confidence shaken. Even Zhou Xian's aura flickered in doubt under the radiant, impossible majesty of the realm Shaurya commanded.

From high above the cliff, the Sanatan Flame Sect members observed, awestruck but secure. They had witnessed their master wield godlike power, bending reality itself. Every cliff, every waterfall, every floating island now belonged to the vision of Shaurya — and in this Mirror dimension, he alone decided the rules.

Shaurya exhaled slowly, his golden aura shimmering brighter against the radiant landscape. "Zhou Xian, don't tell me you're scared already. Come on atleast try. Before dying."

The oceans reflected the moon's radiance like molten silver. The mountains whispered under unseen winds. Stars sparkled in impossible patterns. And Shaurya, standing alone before the entire Blood Saber Sect, smiled faintly, calm as the universe itself.

Zhou Xian's face twisted with anger. The veins around his temples bulged as he tried to channel the Mirror's power. His crimson aura flickered and surged—but nothing happened.

He tried again, roaring low under his breath, forcing his will into the air. Still, nothing responded. The realm remained perfectly still, indifferent to his rage.

Zhou Xian's breath hitched. He took an involuntary step back, eyes widening in disbelief as the truth began to sink in.

Shaurya stood tall at the edge of a moonlit cliff, golden aura faintly shimmering around him, a calm smile curving his lips.

"I guess you didn't hear me clearly," he said softly, voice echoing through the vast, silver-lit expanse. "Even if you have the Mirror… I am now the god here."

Zhou Xian's expression twisted into pure fury.

"Shut up!" he screamed. "You… I will kill you!"

He extended his hand forward, crimson energy spiraling around his arm like writhing serpents. "Go! Kill him!"

The ninety-seven disciples of the Blood Saber Sect roared as one. Their blood-red uniforms rippled in the wind as they rushed forward, feet pounding against the stone ground, the sound echoing like rolling thunder. Dust and spirit energy surged in their wake.

A cluster of disciples surrounded Shaurya from every side, lunging toward him with blades and sabers that shimmered in crimson light.

Shaurya tilted his head slightly, golden eyes reflecting the massive moon above.

"Let's see… what can I do," he murmured.

He raised his hand slowly, middle finger brushing against his thumb. The moment stretched thin — the world seemed to hold its breath. The ocean's waves froze mid-crest. The air itself stilled.

Then — snap.

A sharp sound split the silence.

Reality warped. Neon light flickered across the sky like a shattered prism. The ocean, the cliffs, and even the stars pulsed in dazzling hues — cyan, magenta, violet — for the span of a heartbeat before everything returned to normal.

Except the world had changed.

The disciples who had lunged toward Shaurya now found themselves colliding violently with a nearby cliff. Their screams echoed through the moonlit valley as bodies crashed and tumbled down the jagged rocks.

Shaurya now stood calmly on top of that very cliff, looking down with mild surprise. A faint, amused smile touched his lips.

"Whoa… it actually works," he said under his breath.

Below, Zhou Xian's eyes widened in shock. His disciples — dozens of them — lay broken at the base of the cliff. Twenty were already dead, their bodies motionless on the glowing sand.

The remaining disciples froze, fear gripping their hearts.

Zhou Xian clenched his fists, his fury boiling over.

"What are you all waiting for? Kill him!" he roared.

The disciples spread their wings of energy, trying to lift off into the sky—

But nothing happened. Their flight arts failed. The Mirror's dimension no longer obeyed them.

Shaurya glanced down, expression calm and detached. He took a single step forward—then walked straight off the cliff.

Hands tucked casually into his pockets, he fell downward through the silver air. The moonlight reflected off his golden pupils and the gleaming veins of the cliff behind him. Mid-fall, he flipped gracefully, raising his right hand once again.

Snap.

Reality glitched. The entire scene fractured into two dimensions, lines and pixels distorting, bending like a hologram in distress. Neon outlines traced the cliffs and water, flickering between existence and illusion.

Shaurya slid along a glowing platform of light that appeared beneath his feet, surfing the neon waves as gravity reversed. He shot into the air, flipped again, head downward, feet toward the sky, hand raised.

He smiled.

Snap.

The glitch ended. The world snapped back to normal — calm ocean, clear moon, silver cliffs.

Shaurya was now standing firmly on the ground, right in the middle of the Blood Saber Sect disciples.

They gasped, eyes wide, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Zhou Xian's furious voice echoed across the ocean wind. "Kill him!"

The disciples lunged again, surrounding him completely.

Shaurya didn't move his hands from his pockets. He walked casually between them, sidestepping each attack as if strolling through the rain. Swords sliced through empty air, kicks missed by inches. He bent backward, ducked, leaned aside, his movements effortless — almost playful.

Soon, they boxed him in completely, sealing off every direction of escape.

Shaurya raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curling into a grin.

"Oh… you blocked all ways."

The disciples rushed as one.

Shaurya fell backward deliberately, letting gravity take him. Just as his body was about to hit the ground, time slowed again — the air thickened —

Snap.

A massive golden "ॐ" (Om or Aum) symbol appeared above his head, glowing brilliantly. The light enveloped the area, spreading in concentric ripples. The environment shifted again — everything flickered neon.

When reality settled, Shaurya was once more standing atop a high cliff. Around him, countless Blood Saber Sect disciples were falling from the sky like ragdolls, their screams lost in the wind. Some desperately grabbed at the cliff edges, trying to save themselves from the endless fall.

The rest — those still alive — blinked in confusion, looking up at the impossible scene.

They began climbing, driven by fear and vengeance.

Shaurya sat casually at the cliff's edge, one leg bent, the other hanging freely. His chin rested against his hand as he watched them struggle upward with a calm, amused smile.

"Your efforts are useless," he said softly.

He extended his right hand downward toward them.

Snap.

A soft echo rippled through the air. The cliff glitched — reality twisted.

Suddenly, the entire world shifted again into a glowing neon dimension. Space fragmented into digital shards of color. The disciples climbing the cliff suddenly lost all sense of gravity — their bodies began to float upward helplessly.

They screamed as they rose into the air, spinning weightlessly in the neon void.

Shaurya stood on a floating crystal platform amid the surreal landscape, hands still in his pockets, an easy smile on his face. The whole dimension pulsed with light — colors bleeding and folding in endless motion.

"This…" he said, voice calm but filled with wonder. "I love this."

From his storage ring, he took out his black sunglasses, smirking brightly. With a smooth motion, he slipped them on. The reflection of the neon void shimmered in the glass.

He raised his hand one more time.

Snap.

A ripple of light erupted from his hand — the word "SNAP" materialized in midair like a pixel effect before bursting outward. The neon dimension imploded, folding like paper, sucking everything into a vacuum of color.

Then — silence.

The world returned. The Mirror dimension stabilized.

Shaurya descended calmly onto a floating rock platform that drifted on the moonlit ocean. Around him, the Blood Saber Sect disciples fell from the sky, crashing into the water below with resounding splashes. The ocean swallowed them one by one — their crimson auras fading beneath the waves as they drowned in silence.

Shaurya walked calmly across the glowing surface of the water, each step rippling with golden light. The massive moon hung low beside him, its reflection stretching endlessly across the waves.

The scene was beyond beautiful — majestic, almost divine.

Not far away, the memebers of Sanatan Flame Sect stood in stunned silence on the cliff.

Lin Shu's eyes widened, her cheeks flushed red. In her pupils, the image of Shaurya walking across the silver ocean was reflected — serene, unshaken, godlike — with the luminous moon shining at his side.

Meanwhile, Zhou Xian fell on the ground, face slam on the dirt, slamming his fist into the sand in rage. His crimson aura flared violently, distorting the air around him. His teeth ground together as humiliation and hatred filled his chest.

He pushed himself up, eyes burning. "Enough!" he screamed, voice shaking with fury. "I've had enough humiliation!"

He raised his hand, and a massive crimson spear appeared in his hand. With a violent motion, he slammed it onto the ground, shaking the shore.

Then he looked up — and froze.

Shaurya was walking on the water toward him. Each step sent small waves of gold and silver across the ocean's surface. His expression was unreadable.

Zhou Xian screamed, his voice raw. "Elders! Kill him! And I will give you what you want! Money, resources, treasures, women—anything! I just want him dead!"

The seven elders standing behind him exchanged glances. Their eyes glimmered with greed, faces curling into wide, eager grins.

They drew their weapons, spiritual energy flaring in crimson arcs as they stepped forward.

One of them shouted, "You bastard! If you dare, then come here and fight us!"

Shaurya stopped mid-step, tilting his head slightly. His lips curved into a calm smile.

"Oh… okay," he said softly. "If you have a death wish… then I'll be happy to fulfill it."

He raised his hand again.

Snap.

Reality cracked. Neon light rippled across the sea. The entire world warped from three-dimensional space into two-dimensional distortion — the surrounding twisting like a vortex. For a heartbeat, he seemed to travel through hyperspace, surrounded by streaks of color.

Then — everything stilled.

Shaurya stood silently behind the seven elders.

Right in front of Zhou Xian.

Zhou Xian's eyes widened in disbelief.

Shaurya's left hand remained tucked in his pocket. With his right, he delivered a one-inch punch straight into Zhou Xian's nose.

A violent shockwave rippled through the air. Blood burst from Zhou Xian's nose as he stumbled backward, eyes rolling in shock.

The seven elders turned around in unison, their faces pale, horror freezing their movements.

One of them gasped. "What… the hell?"

Shaurya looked at them — and smiled faintly.

To be continued…

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