The vapor of the liquid galaxy surged like a living creature.

In an instant, it enveloped the entire meadow in mysterious star mist.

"Welcome to my painted world!~"

Lin Wanqing's voice echoed from all directions, seemingly savoring the sight of her prey struggling.

This transformation happened in a split second.

A second ago, the last golden red reflection of sunset was still frozen on the tips of grass.

The next second, the golden red was extracted from the world by some invisible force, and the entire meadow suddenly faded into gray.

The kneeling figure seen in the painting just now.

Became real at this moment.

Dozens of naked human figures, their skin cracked like poor-quality plaster.

The joints made sounds like rusty gears, rising in a bizarre synchronized rhythm.

[Painting Nightmare]

The figures' titles were in red.

Meaning, these dozens of figures ahead.

All were extraordinary beings!!

The divine cultists, like martial artists, are divided into Deputy, Divine Chosen, Apostle.

Among them, Deputies are further divided into Apprenticeship, Pilgrimage, Holy Judgment.

This abnormal painter.

At least a Pilgrim Proxy!!

Finally, something interesting.

Fang Qingyu's lip curved slightly, even though both his systems are currently at only Tier One.

Yet his heart had no fear...

Instead, he was excited.

He fondly remembers.

Remembering the thrill on the edge of life and death the first time he encountered a Life Ghost, remembering the first confrontation with Tong Ran, the extreme clash of power.

And he missed pulling himself back from the brink of death in the Earth Palace.

The adrenaline surge.

Simply...

Intoxicating.

Sssss——

The Dragon Sparrow seemed to sense its master's emotion, as thunder roared without the blade being swung.

"Here we go...!!"

As Fang Qingyu leapt off the ground.

The turf vaporized and evaporated in crimson gold flowing fire.

Transforming into a remnant entwined by lightning, consciously rushing into the crowd of Painting Nightmares.

Golden patterns, like magma flowing fire, instantly shredded three bodies.

Those cracked skins peeled away layer by layer upon contact with the flowing fire, revealing the worm-like crimson flesh underneath.

"Too slow!"

Fang Qingyu's smile broadened.

Dragon Sparrow's thunder and the sound of breaking bones overlapped into a symphony of slaughter, dismembered limbs spurted as blade light passed, severed flesh charred black with starfire fell.

The Dragon Sparrow Blade vibrated, drawing lines of crimson blood.

Fang Qingyu's left foot crushed through claystone, Thunder Instant Cloud Trace's remnants simultaneously appeared behind seven Painting Nightmares.

The cracked plaster shells hadn't collapsed yet.

Crimson gold flowing fire already surged explosively from their hollow eye sockets, shards of skull wrapped in sparks traced brilliant trajectories under the gray sky.

"Ka!"

The third Painting Nightmare split along the middle, charred flesh crazily twitching at the fracture.

Then he spun around, smashed the sword handle heavily into the chest of the fourth Painting Nightmare.

With a muffled sound of metal hitting rotten wood, the creature was nailed into the ground, plowing a thirty-meter-long groove, smashing several of its kind like crushing a cluster of plaster statues.

Crimson fire tongues licked Fang Qingyu's eyelashes, twisting his waist in the blood rain.

Dragon Sparrow dragged a three-meter-long magma blade, sweeping horizontally, hurling several heads into the sky again.

Bang bang bang———

The exploding heads at that moment, were like fireworks celebrating Fang Qingyu.

They violently shattered in mid-air.

"Continue! Continue!!"

Roars blended with the thunderous explosions.

Fang Qingyu suddenly transformed into several lightning remnants.

In the sharp whistle of Thunder Instant Cloud Trace shredding the air, twelve Painting Nightmares stiffened simultaneously, joints bursting with magma-like cracks.

As the remnants reunited.

They shattered uniformly into burning fragments like puppets pulled by invisible strings.

The remaining Painting Nightmares suddenly emitted a screech of stuck gears, black liquid oozing from the cracked skin.

The liquid condensed in mid-air into a spiny whip with eyeballs.

Yet Fang Qingyu was seen smiling, standing still, not dodging at all.

Letting countless poison spikes pierce through the remnants.

His true form wrapped in lightning shot skyward, Thunder Instant Cloud Trace tore scorching scars in mid-air.

Dragon Sparrow trembled, tearing through the mist.

Blades exploded in thunder, crushing Fang Qingyu's roar into thunderous rumble.

"Agh——Sky——!"

The falling figure merged with the exploding lightning.

As the blade tip touched the ground.

The entire meadow was engulfed by the erupting blue-white thunderstorm.

Scorch marks spread like spider webs in the ashes, the Painting Nightmares raising brambles failed to retract their offensive, crumbled into pieces in the expanding thunder circle.

The cracked shells first turned into translucent plaster.

Then began to disappear into star sand from the fingertips.

In an instant.

The meadow was filled with the smell of roasted meat.

Fang Qingyu flicked the coagulated blood from the sword tip, golden patterns snaking across the fragmented ground.

The lead-gray grass leaves were ignited by embers.

Reflecting scattered limbs as if they were a hellish painting.

"Awesome!!!"

Fang Qingyu once again experienced the thrill of battle.

This was actually the first time since breaking through as a Martial Artist.

Neither He Manhe nor the four wanted criminals that night brought any pressure.

Even...

Every move was just a casual slash.

For a combat fanatic like him.

It was unbearably stifling!!

Clap...clap...clap...

The crisp sound of applause suddenly echoed in the air.

Black silk gloves brushed away the starry mist, as long legs in crystal high heels stepped out ripples.

Silver hair cascaded like a waterfall woven from moonlight down to her ankles, beneath the pale and transparent skin of the unfamiliar woman ran faint blue veins, her crimson lips forming a mocking curve.

"As expected of Mr. Fang."

A poisonous snake formed of paint coiled around her fingertips, her glaze-colored pupils reflecting the scorched corpses all over the ground.

"But unfortunately..."

The hem of her skirt spun up thousands of stars as the lead-gray grass blades suddenly reversed and restored.

The charred ground was renewed in the splashing of paint.

The painting phantoms burnt to ash by Thunder Fire were unexpectedly sketched anew from the void!

The sound of plaster cracking rose one after another.

Dozens of human figures knelt fervently once again, the sound of joint gears and the woman's cold laughter merging into a weird chord.

"This is, after all, my world within a painting!"

In the shriek, all the painting phantoms suddenly raised their heads, and from their hollow eyes, thorn spears made of paint erupted!

Fang Qingyu flicked off the fresh blood splattered on his Dragon Sparrow Blade.

Looking at the sky full of poison thorns, his lips curled up. The five fingers of his left hand suddenly spread open toward the heavens, dark patterns madly spreading from his fingertips.

"Is that so?"

In the sound of a light laugh, the palm suddenly clenched!

"Then I want this world—"

A tearing sound of canvas echoed from the void, all colors instantaneously collapsed into a black hole.

The dark blue in the woman's pupils had not yet erupted.

Before it was swallowed by absolute darkness, leaving only a trace of shock.

"No light!!!"

The clenched fist violently pulled down.

Absolute darkness exploded with Fang Qingyu at its center.

As if someone had erased the colors of the entire world with an eraser.

In the instant before all returned to silence, the only flame left was the crimson gold starfire on the Dragon Sparrow Blade, reflecting Fang Qingyu's maniacally upturned lips.

The darkness collapsed within the palm to its utmost.

Fine cracks suddenly burst from between Fang Qingyu's fingers.

Like countless abysses coursing beneath his skin.

"Eternal night... Blazing Armor!!"

The sound of madness tore through the silence in an instant.

The boiling darkness suddenly gained substance.

It was countless tiny Black Flames writhing in the void, like billions of hungry snakes smelling blood food.

Hiss!

The skin on the back of Fang Qingyu's neck first caught fire.

Yet it was not the crimson of flames, but the manifestation of absolute darkness devouring light in the material world.

The Black Flame climbed up his spine and exploded at his scapulae.

Transforming into two flowing flame falls hanging down at his waist.

The darkness of the entire space boiled and rolled back.

Fang Qingyu spread his arms to embrace the coronation of the Black Flame, countless dark currents forming a Black Flame storm around him.

The lead-gray grass blades restored by the silver-haired woman withered once more.

But this time, even the ashes were swallowed by darkness.

Fang Qingyu's battle suit turned to ash in the Black Flame.

Replaced by the form-taking Black Flame coat...

The hem, condensed from liquid darkness, dragging on the ground in molten traces as it falls.

The cuffs swelled with flame waves, with the rear collar flaring up as a flame crown, seven Black Flames flowing with crimson patterns like a coronet.

At this moment.

The lunatic who fought madly in Thunder Fire was gone.

The tyrant wielding the scepter of eternal darkness...

Has appeared!!!

In the darkness, the breathtaking woman's glaze-colored pupils reflected the crimson patterns flowing on the Black Flame coat, the panic as fine as spider silk seeping from her trembling lashes.

But she quickly calmed down, raising her chin in a cold smile.

A half-broken malachite penholder suddenly condensed in her hand.

"Crude scribbler!!"

The brush dipped in darkness, dragging out brilliant white like a galaxy in the air.

The white smear like a supernova's explosion.

Turning into thousands of meteors with comet tails crashing toward the boundary of darkness.

But the flame crown on Fang Qingyu's coat's rear collar suddenly surged.

The drooping Black Flame hem abruptly lifted in frenzy, the dark particles biting into the white meteors emitted a pleased hissing.

The meteor formed of paint had not yet touched Fang Qingyu's eyelashes.

It was devoured into drifting ash by the gluttonous eternal night.

Matted resistance suddenly came from the pen tip.

The woman realized with shock that her wrist, painting the second stroke of Holy Radiance, was somehow entwined with liquid darkness.

The Black Flames flowed up the brush with the reverse current.

Devouring into nothingness the silver-white paint yet to drip from her fingertips.

"This can't be..."

The murmuring vanished before being consumed by darkness, her glaze-colored pupils finally quaked violently, unable to maintain composure.

The brush suddenly burst into star dust of peacock blue and silver-white interwoven.

The splattering paint fragments became blackened ash before touching the ground.

As the woman staggered backward, she tripped over her own spreading skirt hem.

The layered starry satin corroded by darkness into honeycomb holes, revealing faint blue veins under her pale skin.

The elaborately coiled silver hair suddenly scattered.

The ends of the strands began to stain with the deathly still darkness, as well.

"My brush... my scepter..."

Her trembling left hand reached futilely into the void.

Only to seize a... hand wrapped in Black Flame.

"Now..."

"Do you seek penance?"

Fang Qingyu knelt down, his heterochromatic pupils like the woman's sole light in the darkness.

"I do... I want to!!"

A fragmented whimper escaped her throat.

The survival instinct honed by twenty years in the abyss chaotically clamored, shattering the last shred of pride.

To hell with the Pantheon.

To hell with Divine Grace.

At this moment, she finally saw that only the forbidden Power rushing within her veins was eternal.

Fang Qingyu listened.

Like a tyrant shedding rage, a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Then... tell me everything about the Pantheon."

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