Black flames, desperately trying to block, but Mu Qingge's fingers still stretched in.
At this moment, a massive whirlpool appeared in the dark clouds in the sky, filled with lightning and thunder, as if roaring at Mu Qingge's daring act.
"One Thought of Life, this finger, endless vitality, ceaseless life." Mu Qingge spoke softly as her finger fell into the black flames, forming a white whirlpool, a constant source of life.
She withdrew her finger, pointing into the white flames, creating a black whirlpool, "One Thought of Death, this finger, overwhelming death, none survive."
The two flames, under her movements, surprisingly stabilized, losing their previous ferocity.
Mu Qingge slowly lifted her head, the corner of her lips revealing a strange smile. She raised her eyes towards the dark clouds, noticing that the original swirl in the sky had disappeared without her realizing, and the lightning had seemingly calmed down.
