Standing at the edge of the shore, Fan Zhaodi's hands were clasped behind her back. Her long red hair cascaded down her shoulders. She was clad in robes that seemed to be woven from blood, and it was being constantly corroded by the evil intent emanating from her.0

Slowly, she lifted her gaze toward the far side of the Sea of Suffering. After a moment of stillness, she stepped forward, walking toward the opposite shore.0

The instant her foot touched the water, a terrifying Great Dao energy erupted from the depths of the sea. It surged skyward, moving like an unstoppable tidal wave as it sought to crush Fan Zhaodi in an instant.0

Despite the overwhelming attack sweeping toward her, Fan Zhaodi remained indifferent. Without hesitation, she continued forward, her steps calm and unhurried, as if she were strolling through a garden. 0

The very moment she stepped into the air above the Sea of Suffering, an invisible force tore through...0