[Slain a Painting-Realm creature, gained 2,209,335 years of Dao Cultivation]
As the system prompt rang out.
Jiang Yuechu lowered her head slightly, looking at the body in her hand, now riddled with holes and mangled beyond recognition.
Even under the crushing might of the Immortal Art: Yin-Yang Firmament Sweep.
This fleshly body had somehow remained in the world.
It was hard beyond all reason.
And the phantom landscape upon its body began to dissolve into shards of spiritual light that filled the sky.
Just as when she had slain the Painting-Realm Great Demon, Ji Bochang.
With the death of the Cloud-Dream Palace Lord, the Dao Painting within him shattered and perished as well.
Seeing this.
Jiang Yuechu frowned.
That was not right...
Something like a Dao Painting ought to have some special method that would allow it to be seized intact.
She subconsciously lifted her gaze and swept her eyes across her surroundings.
Across the skies around them.
Whether it was Jie Wuya and the Hundred Flowers Sect Master, who had desperately tried to stop her earlier, or the demons and Dao Sect cultivators who had rushed over upon hearing the news and now stood frozen upon the clouds.
The instant they met that tranquil gaze, they uncontrollably looked away, not daring to meet it for even a moment.
The vast world was deathly silent.
Only Xu Ming at the edge of the sky could barely maintain his composure.
Yet the shock in the eyes of this immortal of the Heavenly Court's Sky-Patrol Bureau was impossible to conceal.
Even if the Cloud-Dream Palace Lord had merely been a petty king in some backwater wilderness, he had still been formally invested by the Heavenly Court.
And he had just been brazenly slaughtered like that?!
It was only because the