Meng Qingying formed seals with one hand to maintain the ritual, while with the other she gave a sideways push, pressing against the void.
The phoenix dharma-image followed the slender hand’s push, growing from small to great; roaring phoenix-fire shot straight at the demonic dragon.
As the rift widened and the dragon shook violently, causing the plane to go chaotic, the netherworld sacrificial refining was once again dragged down.
What had seemed like enough preparation before might once more be insufficient...
It was obvious the other side did not want Youming to close — they wanted this gate thrown wide open.
The struggle over refining Youming was still the central point both sides fought for.
But Meng Qingying still had the Youming painting as a foundation; she had confidence left in her heart.
Letting an outsider into the world wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Qin Yi had once thought of letting him in to close the door and finish him off — it was just that back then Yaoguang thought everyone hadn’t recovered their peak, and letting him in would be suicide.