Meng Qingying was not in a demon form; she had yet to recover the corpse of her past life.
This was flame taking shape, and also the manifestation of imagery.
Netherfire spread across the River of Forgetfulness, the undying flames of E'Zhuo.
Forget devouring it—even touching it could burn one to ashes. How could it possibly be digested?
"Worthy of the Phoenix Emperor at the end of her road. The potential she erupted with is truly astonishing." Chaos was startled at first, then quickly clicked its tongue in praise. Its enormous maw opened, and a spiral of demonic energy shot toward the E'Zhuo phantom in the air.
If it could not be swallowed in this state, then it would simply be beaten half to death before being swallowed.
Demonic energy swirled through the sky like revolving nebulae, grinding apart and extinguishing the E'Zhuo flames as though they had fallen into a vortex within the sea of stars.
An intensely strange feeling rose in Meng Qingying's heart.
This spiral demonic-energy attack looked somewhat familiar...
Though it was demonic energy, its attack pattern was very similar to the Celestial Pivot Divine Palace's secret art, Nebula Sky Spin. One could say their operating principles were identical.
It truly was Chaos. The Celestial Pivot Divine Palace, Myriad Images of the Universe, the Witch God Sect—it knew everything?
Why not show them some Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting, then?
Her condition was terrible at the moment, and she knew dealing with this move would be difficult. Just as she was about to stake her life on it, ice crystals flashed before her eyes, like specks of frost flowers scattering across the heavens. So beautiful...
Within that most beautiful scene, the Little Daoist Nun she found ugliest appeared before her.
A jade hand stretched lightly forward and