It was difficult to find a single living soldier from the Country of Sakura within a thirty-meter radius centered on Zhang Guangmu.
He took out the Martial Way Diary (Yang) he carried with him and casually flipped it open. As he focused his attention slightly, the words within the book gradually changed shape in his field of vision.
The lines of text broke apart and recombined, transforming into entirely new patterns and messages.
Before Zhang Guangmu's eyes, a page glowing with a Crimson Light materialized.
A moment later, that warm Crimson Light gradually fused and condensed into a single point, transforming into a Usable Ability Point.
Once the light faded, Zhang Guangmu could clearly see what had been drawn on the page.
--On the battlefield, a handsome, otherworldly white-haired youth wore two long blades at his left hip. Riding a magnificent steed, he strolled leisurely across the battlefield.
An invisible, intangible pressure field enveloped the youth, distorting even the air. Several enemies who tried to approach him spontaneously combusted. Some had already been reduced to charred corpses, while others had become human torches, rolling across the ground.
As for the passersby farther away, their expressions as they looked at the youth were as if they were staring at an immortal.
Zhang Guangmu had to admit that the protagonist of this painting looked exactly like a cultivator who had wandered into a martial arts world.
Everything mentioned above could still be considered normal.
What truly struck Zhang Guangmu as absurd was...
The white-haired youth held the reins in one hand, calmly riding his steed through a sea of corpses and blood as though taking a leisurely stroll, while his other hand was actually holding open an ancient, antique-looking book!
"Now that's how you show off!"
In terms of combat power alone,