Chapter 68: Recommend Us

Heaven and earth seemed to have fallen silent. In the midst of the Immortal Realm bowing its head, that piece of calligraphy slowly returned to An Yue’er’s possession.

All around the cemetery, the Supremes remained prostrate, not one able to rise. They had been utterly subdued by the pressure emanating from that piece of writing.

An Yue’er held the calligraphy in her hands; outwardly, she appeared unchanged, yet her eyes betrayed a complex emotion, so much so that she found it hard to utter a word. She wondered at the true nature and power contained within this script—how could it possess such formidable might? Moreover, Senior Zhu seemed even more extraordinary than she had imagined!

Previously, to their eyes, Senior Zhu was merely stronger than the Supremes, casually wielding a painting to slay a Demon Lord. But now, it was clear they had underestimated him; Zhu’s abilities far surpassed those of any Supreme. Just a display of his calligraphy had compelled everyone in the Supreme Cemetery to kneel—even the True Immortal was no exception.

No doubt, the painting used to kill the Demon Lord had been an overkill.

None present could fathom the realm Senior Zhu had attained.

“This was but a casual act from Senior Zhu…” Leng Qianxue gazed up at the sky, unable to prevent her voice from trembling as she spoke quietly.

The Immortal Realm had ever been the dream written into the ambitions of countless cultivators of Tianwu World. Who among them did not wish to ascend as an immortal? Yet, through the ages, few could break through the barrier and reach that realm.

But with just a single character from Senior Zhu, even the chasm of heaven could not help but open wide!

Such power was truly terrifying.

Those Supremes who had been prostrate slowly regained their senses. A breeze swept through, reminding everyone that all had come to an end.

“Miss Yue’er is a divine maiden!” some Supremes lifted their heads, gazing at An Yue’er with eyes full of fervor and reverence.

“Heavens, who could have guessed that such a formidable figure stood behind the Nation of Chaos!”

“We were all wrong—it was our error!”

“When did Tianwu World ever have such an existence?”

The crowd gradually rose, their eyes filled with confusion and unspeakable emotion.

Xie Ming and Hong Xi stared fixedly at the sheet in An Yue’er’s hand, their hearts already in tumult.

“We once believed Senior Zhu was an immortal, powerful indeed, but we never imagined he would be this formidable! It seems his identity is not something we can easily speculate upon,” Xie Ming said, awe glowing in his eyes.

“Even a True Immortal was powerless beneath his calligraphy—is that not proof enough of Senior Zhu’s strength?”

“If you ask me, Senior Zhu must not be an ordinary figure even in the Immortal Realm, perhaps one of its supreme beings. A few characters not only shattered the Evil Immortal’s schemes but even tore open the boundary!”

That alone would be a feat rarely matched even in the Immortal Realm.

Hong Xi spoke, shuddering at the thought. Thankfully, their Sacred Land stood on Senior Zhu’s side; otherwise, they would have been reduced to dust like the True Immortal and Evil God present.

“We must have underestimated the great figure behind the Nation of Chaos… What do we do now?”

Ling Ji Supreme revealed a smile, tinged with bitterness. Turning to Ziyang Supreme beside him, he said, “Even if our Sacred Land’s founder were to return, I doubt he could contend with Senior Zhu!”

For their Sacred Land, the founder was faith—a driving force. To hear Ling Ji Supreme speak thus was to shroud their faith in uncertainty.

Who could say what shock Ling Ji Supreme had suffered to utter such words?

“I’ve thought it over—such a mighty being could not possibly have emerged from Tianwu World. He must be a major figure from the Immortal Realm. Was it not said he was laying a scheme? I believe all the Sacred Lands are but pieces in Senior Zhu’s game,” Ziyang Supreme said gravely.

He looked around at the Supreme Cemetery, where the scent of True Immortal blood still lingered in the air. “I think someone sought to take Nanyi, or perhaps Tianwu World itself!”

“But their plot could not escape Senior Zhu’s calculations. That’s why we received the Map of Gathering Mountains and came here—to draw out the players and achieve victory in a single stroke!”

“How brilliant! Truly brilliant!”

“No wonder Senior Zhu, using us as pawns, forced the True Immortal to such desperation!”

His words trembled with awe.

“The most laughable thing is, we misunderstood Senior Zhu’s intent, thinking his opponent was the so-called Evil God. Who could have imagined that, to Senior Zhu, the Evil God was but an ant—or less than an ant!”

Ling Ji Supreme’s bitter smile lingered upon his face, unmoving for a long while.

Now, it seemed their assumptions had been wrong from the start. Senior Zhu’s realm was beyond imagining.

All the Supremes present had heard Ling Ji Supreme and Ziyang Supreme’s conversation, their hearts shaken yet tinged with joy.

“Wait—I feel the troublesome immortal energy within me has vanished, and my strength is slowly returning!”

“Mine as well! It seems that calligraphy has expelled all evil influences!”

“The True Immortal is dead; the power he left behind can no longer affect us!”

Excitement rippled through the crowd, and the atmosphere was improving—gone was the sorrow of falling realms.

“Who is this Senior Zhu, to possess such power? With just a piece of calligraphy, he could bring a True Immortal to justice!”

The white-haired woman wiped the blood from her lips. She muttered to herself, then turned to An Yue’er and spoke seriously, “May I ask a favor? I wish to pay my respects to Senior Zhu!”

Her tone was earnest, her attitude sincere.

An Yue’er was startled; this was no ordinary figure, possessing the strength of a quasi-immortal! In the whole of Tianwu World, such a person was at the top—truly elite!

And now she wished to meet Senior Zhu?

“We too wish to pay our respects to Senior Zhu. Might you grant us that opportunity?” Ling Ji Supreme and Ziyang Supreme approached, speaking quietly.

The assembly looked to An Yue’er with utmost reverence, waiting for her response.

Even though An Yue’er, Yu Qiushui, Leng Qianxue, and the others were mere Grand Completion cultivators in their eyes.