This was not yet over.
The dragon-and-phoenix intent that Qin Yi had poured into the “Gate” at last took shape, and stepped out from within the Gate into the world.
The dragon said, “Just now... didn’t I see a Father Deity with his foot on the earth, lifting up the firmament? How did he flash away so fast? I didn’t even get a proper look—”
The phoenix said, “I did see a giant who opened heaven and split earth. He passed in a flash. Now even his breath has vanished; I didn’t have time to feel him properly.”
Meng Qingying covered her face too.
A “giant who splits heaven and earth”? That misunderstanding was a little extreme.
Meng Qingying felt like some poor fool who’d been cuckolded and didn’t even know it.
She was being stared at by everyone…
“You promised there can’t be two identical people in one space-time,” she sniffed. “Why can I still see him so clearly…?”
“Because this isn’t the same space. It’s separated by an entire great plane. In a sense we’re watching a story inside a painting.” Yaoguang said, delighting in everyone else’s embarrassment. “Phoenix, the way you looked up and searched for Father Deity was so adorable. Oh—wait, maybe he really was the Father Deity… His phoenix-essence from the painting plus his power of fated creation, together with my power of time-evolution, birthed you. Haha, Phoenix, go call him Mom and Dad.”
“…” Somehow that actually made sense.
No one told Yaoguang to make sense.
Liusu and Meng Qingying, feeling socially dead, roughed Yaoguang up for her cruelty.
Qin Yi could no longer stand it and quietly applied a spacetime interference.
In an instant, the little space where Qin Yi and Liusu had shared a warm moment was emptied; they were pushed back to where they ought to be…
That was what had been felt before—when the plane could no longer watch.
Once the two troublemakers were sent away, the atmosphere at least returned to the proper course.
