Qin Yi left. The Phoenix Emperor transformed into Meng Qingying's petite form and stood atop the Nether Emperor Sect, watching from afar as he hurried away in a blaze of impatience, her brows furrowed in thought.
This man gave her far too strange a feeling.
It was as if his karmic ties with her ran very, very deep—deep enough for three lifetimes to entwine—yet no matter how she calculated, she could not derive an answer.
When she tried to recall the origin, everything was hazy.
When she tried to trace the future, it was a mass of fog.
This man was strange. The Phoenix Emperor did not know whether Yao Guang could calculate it, but it was surely difficult even for her.
But no matter what, regarding the face-sculpting task Yao Guang had entrusted to her, she now had an idea of what kind of face she had previously been stuck on.
What sort of face would suit the body Yao Guang intended to use in the future? If she sculpted one at random, not only would Yao Guang be dissatisfied, even the Phoenix Emperor herself would feel it was not perfect enough. This was her first time creating something, and she wanted to make it as flawless as possible.
It was not merely about appearances.
Rather, everything in the world had a trend toward utmost perfection. Find it, and that was the Dao. You might not care about it, but it certainly existed.
The same naturally applied to a person's appearance.
Just as when the Netherworld plane manifested, it took the form that best matched what the plane itself "considered" perfect—the Nether River.
When the Phoenix Emperor took human form, it too possessed the most perfect figure and the most perfect face, the form that best matched its understanding