In the boundless ash-white world.
Looking at Xian's maddened sea of spirit, a whole piece of the spiritual world puzzle is missing.
"Has this moment finally arrived?"
The painter's eyes flickered rapidly, he attested to the Creation Immortal Venerate, in fact, he was two sides of the same coin with the Supreme Immortal Venerable.
If destiny, is a trinity.
Then matter, is a duality.
So from the beginning, he chose Creation, representing the framework of the void, to complement Xian's substantive material power.
"You... have you come?" Xian, in a dark corner, held his head and cried, resembling a helpless and lonely old man in the spiritual world, huddled in an icehouse, shivering.
"Come, we must have a duel."
"All the kindness owed, I have returned to you."
The painter elegantly spread his arms, seemingly having waited for this day, to make the final handover.
