All around them lay nothing but emptiness and profound darkness. Time sometimes dwindled until it seemed to vanish, and everything was as if frozen; at other times, it descended into utter chaos, tearing at Dharma bodies and true spirits. Even illusory karmic connections curled up tight. Anything too far away was obscured by an almost absolute veil, beyond even Meng Qi's current, formidable Cause of All Fruits to probe. He could only sense it dimly, faintly.
Under these circumstances, the half a palace hall floating ahead was like a signpost. Meng Qi had no choice but to approach it. A dim, yellow candle still burned inside, like a lighthouse illuminating the emptiness and the chaos.
With auspicious clouds covering his head and a幽 glow rippling around him like water, Meng Qi stepped forward and climbed the steps that remained outside the hall. Through the narrow gap left by the half-closed doors, he saw a figure in a plain white dress. Her back was graceful, her bearing refined and ethereal, unstained by the dust of the world. She was tending a Golden Glazed Lamp, adjusting its wick to make the flame burn brighter.
Meng Qi knew the woman well. With one hand behind his back, he pushed open the doors and strolled inside, greeting her with easy composure.
"So it's Miss Liu Luo. What should I call you now, Xuan Nü's Successor or Nine Heavens Xuan Nü?"
Immortal aura flowed faintly around Liu Luo, warding off the encroaching erosion of the void. She clearly possessed the power of the Creation Realm, along with an ancient, timeless air.
The figure in white slowly turned, her sleeves swaying in a display of exquisite grace. Her face was refined and lovely. As expected, it was Liu Luo, the Xuan Nü's Successor he had encountered