Amidst the flying snow, Meng Qi sat cross-legged in front of the ancient ice wall. His eyes contained an ancient lamp that shot out a three-foot-long ray of light. Black and white swirled endlessly, he ‘illuminated’every single ice crystal and the minute details of how they were combined into one. He brought them into the depths of his eyes and into the wick of the lamp. He continuously analyzed, reorganized, and evolved. Gradually.., illusory laws appeared one after another. They were like glass and crystals, flashing in Meng Qi’s eyes.
On his knees was a crystal-clear purple lightning saber. He held the hilt of the saber with both hands and stroked the body of the saber. He probed into the mysteries of the structure and absorbed all kinds of information from the depths of his heart.
