Even with his blade as his eyes and ears, Meng Qi could neither see nor clearly hear what was happening high above. Only the constantly collapsing sky around him and the annihilation swallowing everything felt so real. Meanwhile, a chaos-like void surged forth madly, bringing lightless darkness. It was illuminated whenever Light Lotus and lightning suddenly appeared, like the enormous maw of a monster. The moment one touched it, arhats turned to ashes and bodhisattvas could not survive—just like the end of the Dharma.
Under the terror of heaven and earth collapsing, Meng Qi gripped his long saber tightly and stood atop the mountain, forcibly carving out a pure land. Mud and stones settled, the sun and moon alternated, and flowers bloomed and withered through another season.
The blade light shifted without pause, combining hardness and softness. Like a solid rock, it blocked the impact of the destructive storm, deeply imprinting a sense of supreme strength in the hearts of Hui Guang, Luojia, and the other demon gods.
Qingqiu glanced at the void high above, where even the passage of time was difficult to perceive. Then she looked at Meng Qi's figure wielding Absolute Blade, and finally at the enormous hole revealed atop the mountain when the Golden Cudgel had been pulled free. It was dim and gloomy inside, its bottom impossible to see, as though it had no end, making one's heart tremble. Near the entrance, a layer of black mist churned and rolled like boiling water.
She seemed to have suddenly understood and murmured softly:
"So that's how it is..."
No wonder there was no need to worry about Su Meng harboring ulterior motives and intending to stop them...
As he held back the collapse of the heavens, Meng Qi's thoughts surged, his associations ranging far and wide.