It seemed as if a balloon bomb filled with paint exploded in the center of the room, spraying paint in all directions.
Every space within sight was covered in vibrant colors.
The white mat on the floor was full of colorful footprints, and the walls were plastered with handprints of varying sizes.
Some appeared to be from human limbs, others from non-human limbs.
Some of the hand and footprints had clear patterns, some were incomplete, some were so tiny like chicks treading through snow, and some were as enormous as the footprints of a Yeren in Shennongjia.
The entire room presented a visually striking impression, as if a white chaotic universe was being nurtured within.
It was mesmerizing.
Even the ceiling was splattered with paint, seemingly flicked on with a brush, resembling a sky full of stars being born.
In comparison to the extravagant artistic touch, the starry ceilings of Rolls-Royce and Bentley looked absolutely weak.
