Bai Xing's fingertips stroked the twelfth bronze mirror, and the mirror suddenly showed the image of Xizel being nailed to the throne of the abyss. He was wrapped in chains, and the star track of his left eye was broken into twelve pieces, each of which reflected the "Bai Xing" of different time and space.
"This is your final test." Xizel's breath sprayed on her neck, and his silver mask reappeared, covering the star track on his left face that was bleeding. "Kill all the "you" in the mirror, and you will gain the power to control time and space."
The first mirror suddenly burst. Bai Xing was sucked into the steampunk-style laboratory and saw "himself" in a white coat connecting Shen Yanzhi's brain to a mechanical device.
"Sister, I finally found a way to resurrect you." Bai Yue in the mirror sneered while holding a bloody wrench, "As long as you implant your soul fragments into his brain, you can restart the timeline."
Bai Xing's astrological dagger automatically flew to the palm of his hand. She saw that in the future, Xizel was nailing her to the throne of the abyss, and the mirror suddenly activated the device, and twelve star tracks appeared in Shen Yanzhi's pupils.
"This is your scientist personality." Xizel's voice came from the mechanical pipe, "She tried to use technology to fight fate, but ended up creating a mechanical monster that devoured the soul."
The gears in the laboratory suddenly turned in reverse. Countless metal compound eyes popped out from the wall, and Bai Xing felt a burning sensation on the back of her neck. Her star track mark began to merge with the mark of "White Star" in the mirror.
"Want to save her?" Xizel suddenly walked out of the shadows, his shirt was covered with oil, and he wore steampunk-style goggles on his right face, "Sign a new contract with me with your soul."
The second mirror lit up with a faint green light. Bai Xing found herself turned into a nun, standing in a polluted monastery, holding the baby Xizel in her arms.
"This is your original personality." The real Xizel walked out of the confessional, his skin was as pale as paper, and the star track in his left eye flashed with fragments of memories from his infancy, "When you first picked me up at the edge of the abyss, you said..."
"'I will protect this child, even if it means being hostile to the whole world.'" Bai Xing blurted out, and her dagger suddenly turned to her heart. Xizel's pupils shrank suddenly, but at the last moment, she grasped the blade with her hand: "Think clearly, if you kill me, you will never know..."
The shadow of Bai Yue emerged in the black fog. The real Bai Yue knelt at the edge of the abyss and threw the "Astrology Scroll" into the flames: "Sister, run! Shen Yanzhi wants to sacrifice you to the Lord of the Abyss!"
The real Bai Xing trembled all over. Her dagger fell to the ground, and Xizel took the opportunity to imprison her in his arms, and his fingertips stroked the newly emerged seven-pointed star mark on her forehead: "Now, you have two choices -"
Twelve bells rang outside the tower. The ends of Bai Xing's hair turned blue. She saw in the future that Xi Zeer was nailing her to the throne of the abyss, and her eyes were flashing with the same star tracks as his.
"Become my queen, or become the nourishment of the abyss." Xi Zeer's silver mask was completely shattered, revealing the boundary between the star tracks on the left face and the human skin on the right face. "No matter which one you choose, you will always belong to me."
Bai Xing suddenly bit his Adam's apple, and the tip of her tongue tasted the rusty blood. Her astrological dagger flew up automatically and accurately pierced the astrological needle in Xi Zeer's heart. Before the black mist poured out of the wound and swallowed the two, Bai Xing saw the last thing Bai Yue's body in the glass coffin opened his eyes, and there were countless rotating star maps in his pupils.