Ten-Thousand-Knot Cloudbinding Rope

Chu Duanliu was not really some ignorant wild demon from the backwoods.

On the contrary, after spending many years under the ancestor's tutelage, the ancestor would often tell the two brothers of many events across the Nine Provinces in their spare time.

It was precisely because he knew so much that he found this all the more absurd.

The Nine Provinces were vast, and geniuses were as numerous as carp crossing a river.

Those who could put up even slight resistance against a Roaming Void Sea cultivator while in the Flowing Cinnabar Realm could already be considered quite gifted.

If one could, at Flowing Cinnabar Realm perfection, fight above their level and defeat someone newly entered into the Roaming Void Sea, they would be a resounding peerless prodigy, enough to make a name for themselves throughout the Nine Provinces.

But the problem was...

Though this was also a battle across realms, the gap was simply far too great!

The other party's cultivation aura was only around the middle stage of the Flowing Cinnabar Realm, nowhere near perfection.

And what about himself?

He was a genuine Roaming Void Sea cultivator at perfection!

How many realms lay between them?

A gulf like the heavens themselves—how could any talent or foundation possibly bridge it?!

What horrified Chu Duanliu even more was

the surging sea of blood beneath the other party's body, which felt both familiar and strange.

"Dao Painting fused into the body?"

Looking more closely, one could still faintly make out some differences.

Yet it was truly difficult to imagine what heaven-defying method could rival the Roaming Void Sea Realm's unique ability to fuse a Dao Painting into one's body!

Before he could figure it out, a pale fist slammed viciously into Chu Duanliu's face.

In an instant, the blood-red waves over