Hung from the wall, covered in blood and filth, Inkstone possessed none of the bearing a Divine Ability Realm cultivator ought to have. He opened his eyes with great difficulty.
He looked toward the first Sage he had encountered since his rebirth in this world.
Pu Wenyu stood roughly a dozen yards away from him.
The figure took another two steps forward. His hair, gathered behind his head and secured with a wooden hairpin, swayed slightly. He looked as unruffled as drifting clouds in a gentle breeze.
A dozen or so yards—since Pu Wenyu could appear at that distance, it meant he might as well have been standing directly before the Southern Bright Sage, Yu Li.
Never mind a dozen yards. Even tens of miles, hundreds of miles, or thousands upon thousands of miles—
To a Sage of the True Purity Realm, those distances were no different from the thickness of a sheet of paper.
Yu Li, meanwhile, showed no reaction to Pu Wenyu's arrival.
He did not recognize this middle-aged cultivator in azure Daoist robes, who looked to be in his forties.
After all, the Southern Bright Sage had left the Heaven-Stabilizing Continent forty million years ago and never returned, leaving only his legends behind in this world.
Saint Clearwind, Pu Wenyu, was an emerging talent who had risen to prominence only within the past few million years.
Yet Yu Li knew perfectly well what cultivation this middle-aged cultivator in azure Daoist robes possessed.
He, too, was a True Purity Realm cultivator.
Although he did not recognize the other man, the fact that he was also a Sage of the twelfth realm compelled the Southern Bright Sage to deal with him cautiously.
"May I ask who you are, Your Excellency?"
The scarlet figure spoke, facing Pu Wenyu.
At his