The Dark-Red Pagoda towered amid vast, surging golden waves.
Eight towering figures of different forms stood upon the waves, billowing baleful auras pouring from their bodies.
"..."
Jiang Yuechu stared blankly at these silent behemoths.
For a moment, she had no idea what strange trick her world was playing this time.
In fact, ever since she had entered the Myriad Phenomena Heaven Realm, this world of hers had contained the silhouettes of the demons she had imprinted onto the Dao Painting.
But she had never given them much thought before, taking them for nothing more than manifestations produced by the Dao Painting.
Now, however, those eyes were staring straight at her.
Jiang Yuechu pressed her lips together lightly, and a suspicion suddenly stirred in her heart.
Could it be... that these demons recorded in the Dao Painting could replace living beings and become this world's Dao Patterns?
Meanwhile.
As the eight figures looked toward her in unison, ripples suddenly appeared within the Dao Painting.
Soon, familiar stretches of land emerged within those ripples.
The flying sands of Longyou, the blue bricks of Chang'an's streets.
All manner of lands beyond Great Tang's borders also appeared in succession above the blood sea.
Jiang Yuechu stood quietly above the blood sea, her gaze lowered slightly as she carefully contemplated these two manifestations.
Before long.
She began to form a conjecture.
Clearly, two entirely different paths lay before her.
The first was to follow these ripples and gather Dao Patterns through the living beings of Great Tang, just as Chu Tiange had said.
This method was relatively safe, and should allow her to enter the Supreme Capital Realm.
But if she did that, when she eventually broke through to the Supreme Capital Realm and heavenly might descended... would her old acquaintances and the common