The great hall fell silent once more.
Only a faint trace of the "unique Dao aura" left by a certain wild donkey seemed to linger in the air.
Feng Qing raised her hand in disgust and waved it forcefully. A breeze swept through, and a faint floral fragrance filled the great hall again.
"You've kicked him, and you've vented your anger."
She held her forehead, looking torn between laughter and tears.
Then she looked at Zhu Yao, who was still standing stiffly in place, her face alternating between green and white, and sighed softly. "Well, my Imperial Lord? Are we entering this painting or not?"
Zhu Yao took a deep breath, trying to steady her chest, which was heaving with fury at that stupid donkey.
"We're going in!"
"I'm damn well going to make that bastard Shi Yin give me an explanation!"
With that, Zhu Yao stepped forward and vanished into the painting.
Feng Qing chuckled and followed at an unhurried pace.
After a sensation of space and time shifting out of alignment, the scene before the two Demon Sovereigns from ancient times suddenly opened up.
A breeze carrying the fragrance of earth greeted them.
Endless mountain ranges, ceaselessly surging rivers, plants bursting into bloom-a landscape as beautiful as a painting.
"This..."
The fire raging in Zhu Yao's belly was instantly doused by the sight.
But what shocked them more than the beautiful scenery were the laws here.
As Emperor Realm powerhouses standing at the pinnacle of the Three Realms, their perception of laws far surpassed that of ordinary people.
So-called small worlds and secret realms were, in essence, all appendages of a greater world.
Once that greater world collapsed, the small worlds attached to it would also turn to ash in an instant.
To put it bluntly, they