Hutuktu's mind and Spirit World were now like a boundless starry sky. Brilliant stars dotted the surroundings, like a flowing Milky Way. Lotus Platform Mountain was gone. Shaolin Temple was gone. Jiang Zhiwei was gone. Yet this starry sky was different from the real one; it seemed to be veiled everywhere by a layer of translucent green glaze, refracting light and creating a sense of constant change and illusion.
Meng Qi stood atop a desolate yet towering mountain peak. Ten thousand years of ice had never melted, and snow blanketed its undulating slopes. The peak stood in the north-central region of a large planet, just as Mount Everest rose from the Earth, making Meng Qi seem exceptionally tiny.
He looked up into the sky, his gaze passing through the Gale Layer, and saw Hutuktu standing proudly in the starry sky. He had manifested three heads and eight arms, his entire body a green Vajrayaksa King Golden Body. His figure was towering and immense; even the black Vajra Wheel cradled in his hand was as large as the planet beneath Meng Qi. With a flip of his hand, he could hold it in his grasp.
Before him, Meng Qi was smaller than an ant!
"Within this Mind World, I can do anything. Whatever I think of will appear, while all your attacks will vanish into thin air, unable to harm me!"
Hutuktu's tremendous voice echoed through every corner of the planet. His right hand, holding the black Vajra Wheel, came slamming down. Its skin was pure green, like glazed jade, and shimmered with a sacred light that subdued the Outer Dao. It pierced through layer upon layer of the Gale Layer and swatted toward the towering mountain as if swatting a gnat.
Within one's own Mind World, one was the master.