Meng Qi could not see nor understand what was happening in the sky even as he used his blade as his eyes and ears. All he could hear was the realistic collapsing of skies and annihilation that devoured everything. A void that could be described as chaotic emerged crazily, bringing with it a lightless darkness that only shone when light lotuses and thunder were birthed, just like the gigantic mouth of a monster that would turn a Luohan into ashes and destroy the existence of Bodhivatssa upon being touched.
Under this catastrophic horror, Meng Qi held his blade tightly and stood firmly, opening up a Pure Land, allowing the precipitation of soil and rocks as the sun and the moon alternated and flowers bloomed and wilted as seasons passed by.
The blade beam changed continuously, embodying characteristics both strong and soft as it blocked the impact of the Destruction Storm like a rock and searing a sense of supremacy in the hearts of demon fairies like Glow and Luo Jia.
