Soon, the mirror returned to the wall intact. As the mirror engulfed the dark clouds, the cracks in the door slowly closed, until finally, the dark clouds shrouded the entire bedchamber...

With his back against the dark clouds, and looking up at the stone path floating in the air in front of him, Wen Long raised his hands to the left and right, palms facing upwards. From the dark clouds behind him on the left, a fair face floated out and landed softly in his palm, trembling slightly.

A head of blue, flowing wig appeared on the right...

It seems this bedroom has quite a collection of things.

Wen Long glanced sideways at the face, his strange face expressionless. After sniffing, he raised his left hand and wiped his face from top to bottom. When his slender fingers released, a handsome face appeared—Hua Motian's flawless features.

He raised his hand to touch the smooth skin, then raised his right hand again, covering his head with blue hair from top to bottom...

Wen Long raised his head, raised his hand, and placed his right palm facing him. Reflected in his palm were still two eyes, one red and one black.

Looking into those eyes, Wen Long had to admit that those strange eyes were completely out of place with his face and hair.

However, none of this can stump me. I bought blue contact lenses in the mortal realm precisely to face this moment.

Wen Long flicked his sleeve, and a small, crystalline blue piece appeared at the tip of his clenched finger. He held the fingertip to his eyes, and after a moment, when he released his fingers, a pair of azure eyes appeared.

He raised his hand to smooth his smooth blue hair, and looking at the shape that appeared in his other palm, Wen Long nodded.

Raising his head and straightening his clothes, Wen Long lifted his foot and followed the stone path in the air, walking over a hundred meters of floating stones. Just as he was about to reach the other side, a floating stone did not appear under his feet in time.

"You centipede, how dare you abandon your post!" Wen Long pursed his lips, moved the fingertip of his left hand that was behind his back, and pointed it towards the bottom of the cliff. A beam of red light shot down...

A short while later, a black centipede, at least a meter long and as thick as a snake, emerged rapidly from the bottom of the cliff, writhing its terrifying body and scrambling with its thousands of slender legs.

Upon seeing Wen Long right in front of it, the centipede seemed even more terrified and moved even faster.

The centipede quickly stopped in a gap at least three meters apart. Its body solidified piece by piece, and in the end, it looked like several stones connected together, which perfectly covered the path to the other side, leaving only its head to move...

"Hmph! You don't want to go down, do you?" Wen Long said expressionlessly, just watching it quietly. Suddenly, he spread his five fingers and grabbed the cliff. As the dark clouds dispersed, a black rooster, several times larger than a normal rooster and all black, opened its sharp black beak and crowed excitedly as it quickly floated up from the bottom of the cliff.

"Your Majesty, please spare me! I'll never do it again!" The centipede turned its head and saw the rooster. It was so frightened that it raised its head and begged for mercy repeatedly, its mouth agape.

“Unforgivable. Looks like we have to make an example of him.” Wen Long seemed unmoved, simply tossing the rooster onto the floating rock. The strange rooster immediately stiffened its neck, “Puff puff!” and, flapping its iron-like wings, swooped down, pecking fiercely at the centipede's back with its beak sharper than iron. Instantly, the centipede's body split in two, writhing in agony…