The emperor stood inside the ancient mirror in a reserved manner. His face was smooth and pale. But still Meng Qi could feel his strength weighing like mountains. His breath blew over like a strong wind and a huge wave. Meng Qi's Primordial Spirit and body were like candle flickering in the wind and would die out soon anytime.
Another Dharmakaya!
A finger dimmed with green light pointed between Meng Qi's eyebrows. It's as clear as crystal and as hard as diamond. All its power gathered at the point of his finger and became in shape of seed. Anything it hit on would soon be destroyed completely.
Meng Qi did not have time to think. His body expanded to the size of a giant. Meng Qi waved his right hand and the orange fire blade jumped in mid-air with dark swirl appearing at the point of the blade. There was no light nor color as everything it touched were absorbed into the swirl.
