Go Ahead, I'm Here

Let Go and Do It—I'm Here. For cultivators of this world, Challenging one's superiors had always been an utterly absurd fantasy.

Especially at the Painting Realm. No matter how breathtakingly talented one had once been, no matter how often one had slain enemies above one's level—

Once they knocked upon this gate, Ink Drop Realm, Flowing Cinnabar Realm, Roaming Void Sea... the gap between each realm would be magnified countless times over.

Within this guest courtyard, ravaged beyond recognition, if cultivation alone were considered, the weakest was undoubtedly the girl slowly pacing forward.

It was truly difficult to comprehend how a lowly cultivator who had only just entered the Ink Drop Realm could, at this very moment, walk forward with such calm composure and face the Sumeru Sect Venerable, whose cultivation eclipsed everyone present.

Long Zhi and Chen Zheng, struggling for breath in pools of blood, along with the people of Water Marsh Sect—though they belonged to different camps—all wore equally dumbfounded expressions.

What kind of madness was this female cultivator indulging in...?

Or had she only just entered the Ink Drop Realm and stepped into the Painting Realm, leaving her utterly unaware of the weight carried by the Roaming Void Sea?

It was not only them.

Even the gray-robed monk, who had remained without sorrow or joy all along, showed a trace of bewilderment on his face for the first time after seeing Jiang Yuechu's actions.

He had lived for so many years.

He had seen those with unyielding backbone, and those who knelt to beg for mercy... but never someone so eager to rush toward death.

It was hard to imagine that, even at the Painting Realm, there were still people whose way of doing things he could not understand.

But...

"Forget it..."

The gray-robed monk exhaled indifferently.