Vermilion and ink-black flames burned through almost every inch of space within millions of miles.
Clad in a brown Daoist robe, Xiang Qi stood amid the sea of fire, blade in hand.
She let the ink-black flames sweep past her.
Her brow furrowed slightly.
Xiang Qi could sense that the ink-black flames and the Precious Manor Flame Qi she wielded had almost the same origin.
Her Precious Manor Flame Qi was a secret art unique to her, one she had comprehended six hundred thousand years ago, before becoming a Sage, by studying the Beaconfire Saint's Heavenly Distinction Beaconfire.
Xiang Qi had sat motionless in the ten-thousand-mile-deep abyss of the Beaconfire Continent for sixty thousand years, staring at the seed of the Heavenly Distinction Beaconfire for all that time, solely to deduce, dismantle, and reconstruct the continent's foremost sacred flame.
Only then had she finally comprehended the Precious Manor Flame Qi, and through it, attained the True Purity Realm.
This was Xiang Qi's trump card.
Yet now, the True Purity Realm cultivator before her, dressed in a jet-black Daoist robe, could wield ink-black flames extraordinarily similar to her Precious Manor Flame Qi...
And there was also the ink-black lotus he had just used against Zhou Jue.
Something seemed to occur to Xiang Qi.
Reflection.
Shen Xuanwei had not instantly comprehended the Precious Manor Flame Qi, which had taken her sixty thousand years to understand, merely by seeing it once.
Nor had he immediately mastered the Great Dream Golden Lotus, refined by the Lotus Birth Saint over nearly ten million years, merely by seeing it once.
It was only reflection.
He had copied the spells she and Sage Zhou had unleashed in their entirety, then reflected them back.
No spell could possibly accomplish such a thing, for it completely defied the fundamental