Settle life and death, sever favors and grudges!
Su Yi's calm, breezy words carried an unquestionable power.
The scene grew ever more deathly silent. Countless eyes watched, holding their breath in concentration.
"Gentlemen, allow me to first test the Temple Master's weight!"
A divine gleam flashed in the Painter's eyes.
He cut a dashing figure, his white robes like snow, handsome and unrestrained.
As he spoke, his aura changed accordingly.
Boom!
The void shuddered violently as a rain of ink-black Feathered Ascension light emerged, painting a splash-ink scroll around the Painter.
Within the scroll, Great Dao Law formed a lotus bud about to bloom. It swayed gracefully, as though it could come alive at any moment.
An oppressive might swept across the entire venue like a hurricane.
"With such a foundation and aura, even in the Primordial Era, he could be rated among the top ranks—one in ten thousand!"
Some departed spirits from the Primordial Dao Traditions were moved.
Before their deaths, they had all been major figures on the Path to Feathered Ascension. At a glance, they could tell that the Painter's foundation in the Divine Infant Realm had been tempered to an incomparably robust degree, far surpassing ordinary cultivators.
"That is only natural. In this current age, anyone able to be among the first to enter the Feathered Ascension Realm has lingered in the Grotto Universe Realm for who knew how many years. That is why they have accumulated foundations beyond imagination."
An elderly departed spirit murmured, "Moreover, these people of the present age are all starry-sky overlord-level figures. Whether in foundation, bearing, talent, or brilliance, they far surpass those of the same realm."
"If they had lived in the Primordial Era, with their abilities, they would never have had to worry about being unable to set foot