To cultivators of the world,
Defying one's superiors had always been an utterly absurd fantasy.
Especially at the Painting Realm level—no matter how astonishingly gifted one had once been, no matter how often one had slain enemies beyond one's realm—
Once they knocked open this door,
Inkfall, Cinnabar Flow, Wandering Void Sea... the gap between each realm would be magnified countless times over.
Within this devastated guest courtyard,
If one spoke purely of cultivation,
The lowest, without question, was the young woman slowly pacing forward.
It was truly hard to understand how a low-level cultivator who had merely entered the Early Inkfall Realm could, at this very moment, step forward so calmly and face the Buddhist Sect venerable whose cultivation eclipsed everyone present.
Long Zhi and Chen Zheng, struggling to breathe in pools of blood, along with the Water Marsh Sect disciples, wore equally dumbfounded expressions despite belonging to different camps.
What kind of madness was this female cultivator committing...?
Or had she only just entered Inkfall and the Painting Realm, and simply had no idea what the Wandering Void Sea represented?
Not only them.
Even the gray-robed monk, who had remained untouched by sorrow or joy, revealed a rare trace of confusion after seeing Jiang Yuechu's actions.
Having 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 throw their life away.
It was hard to imagine that, even at the Painting Realm, there could still be someone whose way of doing things he could not comprehend.
However...
"Forget it..."
The gray-robed monk exhaled indifferently.
The vast world was filled with all manner of strange things. No one could guarantee that every Painting Realm cultivator was normal.
There was no need for him