The long blade came down overhead, purple lightning fierce and bright, illuminating the entire Wheel-Turning Hall. It was about to cleave everything in two, and the Wheel-Turning King could no longer afford to be shocked or confused. He slammed both hands down, and the black-and-white book on the table suddenly flew up. Its pages flipped, light shimmering across them, until they formed two black-and-white yin-yang fish entwined head to tail.
Bang!
Absolute Blade struck the yin-yang fish, smashing them to pieces. Purple lightning darted through the hall like silver snakes. Its utmost yang, utmost hardness, and utmost ferocity drove away the Underworld's gloomy aura of death. Ox-Head and Horse-Face vanished without even a groan, while Judge Cui's brush flashed like a writhing dragon and snake as he struggled to hold out, black mists billowing around him.
They had relied on the dream's peculiar nature and usually feared no Dharma Body that had only just built a bridge between reality and illusion. Who could have guessed they would meet Meng Qi—a formidable figure who could grasp causal connections, whether real or illusory—and have their own weakness laid bare?
Bang!
The yin-yang fish scattered, and the black-and-white book was sent flying back into the Wheel-Turning King's arms. But he seized that fleeting opening and thrust both hands forward. They were silver-white, as if clad in metal gauntlets—cold and despairing, like death itself.
With a clang, the Wheel-Turning King staggered back three steps. Caught completely off guard, he had at least managed to block the blow.
Then his Spiritual Sense trembled, and his voice rang through the hall:
"Su Meng, do you want to find the reincarnations of your companions?"
The purple-thunder-wreathed Absolute Blade had been poised to sweep through them like autumn wind scattering fallen leaves. At those words, it abruptly stopped