Eight ice mirrors were embedded in the walls, reflecting several important regions of the Immortal Palace. Set against the surrounding backdrop of crystal-clear ice without the slightest impurity, they appeared all the more vivid.
Chen Zhao, Liu Zejun, and the elder who looked as though he had been carved from ice stared at the ancient lamp that had emerged deep within Meng Qi's eyes. Its light, impossible to describe by color, illuminated ceaselessly shifting black-and-white radiance. They suddenly felt the room turn solemn and tranquil, while the other man seemed to carry a heavy, ancient, illusory nobility and gravity, as though he were the source of all things, bearing the heavens, the earth, and all living beings upon his back.
"What kind of cultivation art is this..." The three had never seen or even heard of a divine art like it. They could only vaguely sense that it was related to karma, but that did not prevent them from feeling its wonder and profundity. Its grade seemed worthy of being described as supreme, surpassing the peerless and the top-tier.
All their thoughts instinctively drew inward. The intense frustration and dejection in Chen Zhao's heart gradually faded. Once the gap between the two sides had widened into a chasm, once he clearly recognized that the other man was someone he could not surpass for a very long time, his urge to compete naturally lowered its banner and beat a retreat. All the negative emotions that followed likewise became scarce.
At this moment, all they could do was look up!
The black-and-white radiance that had continually scattered and multiplied slowly vanished. The Dao One Glazed Lamp in Meng Qi's eyes sank deep within once more, becoming profound as chaos, containing nothing yet embracing all things.
He looked around and asked as though