The Emperor was refined and scholarly, with a pale, beardless face. Even though he was inside the Ancient Mirror, Meng Qi could still sense an authority as imposing as mountains and prisons. His vast aura came roaring like raging winds and towering waves, making Meng Qi's Primordial Spirit and physical body seem like candles flickering in the wind, on the verge of extinction.
Another Dharma Body!
A finger radiating a hazy azure light flicked toward the center of Meng Qi's brows. It was crystalline as jade and hard as vajra, with all its power drawn inward to the fingertip and not the slightest bit leaking out. It seemed to have condensed into a seed. It neither pierced the void nor stirred the wind, but if it struck its target, its power would erupt in an instant, sweeping everything away like rotten wood.
Meng Qi had no time to think. His body suddenly swelled, displaying Dharma Heaven Manifestation Earth. His right hand trembled, and the Orange Yellow Fire Saber leaped up. Layers upon layers of flame condensed within it, an entire world shrinking down and transforming at the tip of the blade into a vortex that emitted no light whatsoever. The reason it had neither light nor color was that everything it touched was absorbed and devoured within, unable to offer any response!
Facing this finger that had struck out of nowhere, facing this finger whose power had condensed into a seed of destruction, Meng Qi instinctively chose to unleash All Things Return to Void with all his strength—meeting strength with strength, and condensation with condensation!
In an instant, the eternal wind within the Four Symbols Hall froze. The white walls and black tiles, the azure bricks and crimson pillars, all faded of their colors, while gray haze covered everything in