The scroll fluttered in the wind.
Mountains, rivers, and immortal pavilions upon it flowed without end.
Vast Dao resonance poured down, crushing the desert for tens of thousands of miles into deathly silence.
Far in the distance.
The Dao Sect cultivators who had retreated to the edge of the desert were pale-faced.
Countless people looked up at the scroll that blotted out the sky and sun, unable to stop themselves from swallowing.
Wave after wave of helplessness spread from the depths of their bones and blood.
The path of cultivation was supposed to be a journey against the heavens.
Clearing roads through mountains, building bridges over waters.
One should never behold such a sight and give rise to uncontrollable fear.
Yet this was, after all, the Painting Realm.
The so-called Painting Realm had already cast off the shackles of the mundane world and could barely be considered on the level of immortals and gods...
Below the Painting Realm, no matter how peerless one's talent or how profound one's foundations, one was ultimately no more than dirt and dust.
How could mere mortals covet the gods?
To harbor such a thought...
Was to overstep one's bounds!
Fortunately, that terrifying body that nearly connected heaven and earth made no move.
He merely sat cross-legged amid the mountains, his eyes half-closed. He did not even spare the distant Dao Sect cultivators a glance.
This disregard instead loosened the tightly drawn heartstrings of the crowd somewhat.
Many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but what followed was an even greater doubt... A Painting-Realm Great Demon from Cloud-Dream Palace had personally entered the fray and blocked the Immortal-God Cave Abode. This meant the matter had long surpassed the scope of petty skirmishes between Chessmaster-Realm demons and cultivators.
Since Cloud-Dream Palace had even brought out