As his spirit body slipped in, Menma opened his eyes again and found himself in a boundless space.
This space was like a canvas that had been used countless times, crumpled into a ball, and casually discarded.
The pristine white canvas had been endlessly smeared with paint, eventually becoming these twisted colors.
The entire space was filled with a nauseating smell of paint.
"So this is Kurama Yakumo's mental space? It seems the distortion of her mind has already begun to show."
Menma looked around at the paintings floating nearby, lost in thought.
Every painting was imbued with varying degrees of Yin Release Power.
The paintings with bright, sunny styles were perfectly normal, but the dark and twisted ones gave Menma the feeling of turning the unreal into reality.
Kurama Yakumo was perhaps the most talented Kekkei Genkai wielder in the history of the Kurama Clan.
Her bloodline ability had undergone an elevation, possessing a measure of Yin Release Power capable of creating form from nothingness.
For instance, things painted on paper could manifest in reality. That was precisely an expression of Yin Release Power.
"But it is precisely because of this extreme Yin Release Power that her physique is so frail."
Her body could not bear such immense power. Instead, the Yin Release Power drained the nutrients from within her body, placing her under strain.
Menma shifted his gaze toward the figure on the stone platform.
As though she had not sensed the arrival of this uninvited guest at all, Kurama Yakumo held a brush in her right hand and aimlessly painted blue skies, white clouds, streams, and all sorts of scenery that could soothe her heart.
Yet the longer she painted, the more a destructive restlessness grew within Kurama Yakumo.
"This painting is so ugly. Why not destroy