The words fell.
A deathly silence settled before the Imperial City.
Everyone exchanged glances, a sense of helplessness welling up within them.
Only after hearing the High Ancestor's words did they understand.
The Burning Lamp Martial Sages of Great Tang, as they saw them, were nothing more than country bumpkins waving wooden sticks in the eyes of those people.
Was this the divide between immortals and mortals?
"So..."
Jiang Yuechu suddenly spoke. "Since they're so formidable, why... can't they take a beating?"
"..."
The grief and indignation on the High Ancestor's face froze.
The atmosphere had been heavy and oppressive.
But because of that single remark.
It suddenly became rather strange.
Indeed.
If they were so wondrous, so invincible.
Then why was this supposed orthodox immortal lying there like a dead dog?
Why had he not even had a chance to fight back?
"Well..."
The High Ancestor opened his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words.
Doubts also began stirring in his heart.
Logically... this should not have happened.
This child belonged to the Red Immortal Lineage, had reached burning lamp perfection, and possessed its inheritance.
How had he become... such useless trash in this girl's hands?
"Ahem..."
The High Ancestor coughed twice, forcibly salvaging his dignity. "Girl, you... you're an anomaly."
"But... Five Immortals Mountain has stood for countless years. Every peak has a True Person presiding over it, an existence that has... truly transcended the Burning Lamp Realm."
At this point.
The High Ancestor looked at Jiang Yuechu, his eyes full of earnestness.
"Gu Yue."
"I'm not telling you this to bolster someone else's prestige."
"I want you to understand... the weight of a Dao orthodoxy."
"Your talent is peerless. If you were to stop here because you lacked the inheritance to advance further, it would truly be...