"Depict some of the entities from within myths, infuse your own ideas and concepts, and thus replace the actual myths—such as turning Hell into a paradise with a sliver of hope for survival."
He said this.
He casually summoned a pool of ink.
Dipping his fingers into the ink, he began to paint in the void.
Soon enough.
The scenery of the first layer of Hell emerged with a few casual strokes of his brush.
There were countless fierce ghosts with blue faces and long fangs, using pincers to pull out the tongues of spirits one by one, the process was slow, and iron nails were driven in, the piercing wails and cries of agony seemingly pierced into the divine soul.
"..."
So you learned this so quickly?
The Gnostic Li Ye gaped, every time he thought it was almost finished, "himself" would manage to come up with even more outrageous deeds.
