A wisp of tattered cloud drifted and swirled, a riverful of unanswered questions blowing into Su Mo's heart.
His white robes and white hair fluttered in the wind, carrying his doubt and bewilderment, carrying the aura of the Inquiry Realm into Mortal World affairs...
Everyone watched as Su Mo's cultivation entered "Inquiry" through the Liberation by Violence of the three Difficult Realm Ancestors.
The people below said nothing more, but the terror and unease in their eyes did not fade. Instead, they grew even stronger.
Before, they had only heard of it; now, they had truly witnessed it themselves.
Su Mo really could increase his cultivation through the Divine Soul power of the dead...
Su Mo looked at the terrified expressions of the people below, who feared him as they would a tiger, and fell into silence and bewilderment.
The authority Great Calamity had established for him would leave no one daring to attack him again.
Yet, though Great Calamity could resolve the danger he faced, she could not unravel the world's prejudice...
All of this seemed to be the work of emotion, yet it left Su Mo utterly bewildered.
What was emotion?
Su Mo turned to look at Great Calamity and Mysterious Maiden, his white robes dancing in the wind, his eyes filled with confusion...
"Let's go." Su Mo spoke slowly to Great Calamity and Mysterious Maiden, gentle and refined.
The three Ancestors were dead, and he no longer had to flee.
But the eyes of the people below told him... he still had nowhere to go.
The world feared his cultivation, and feared even more that he could devour the Divine Soul power of the dead.
He would be like a fearsome creature passing through, shunned by the world as though he were a snake or scorpion.
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