The closing painting scroll came to a halt. A palm quietly reached out from within it.
It was a palm wrapped in Eight-Colored Divine Radiance, stepping directly out of the painting scroll. The scene was immensely shocking, as though someone from a two-dimensional painting had leaped out.
"Pfft!"
The Golden-Eyed Immortal Emperor's expression changed drastically, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The painting before him had been drawn with his own blood, spirit, and Great Dao, making it one with him. Now that the painting had been torn apart, it was equivalent to Zhou Tong slashing his body, primordial spirit, and Great Dao with a blade—and this slash had cleaved his entire body apart.
"Crack!"
The sound of tearing silk rang out again. Then another palm wrapped in divine radiance reached out from the tear. This hand and the one that had emerged before each seized one side of the painting scroll, then shook violently—
"Boom!!"
It was as though all heavens were shattering and time had reversed. Even the River of Time seemed to freeze at that moment, while the Great Dao wailed through the Void. The painting scroll broke apart completely.
"Aaaah!!!" The Golden-Eyed Immortal Emperor screamed. His entire body was cracking apart, blood pouring from him as he was on the verge of bursting open.
It was not merely his flesh that was rending apart. Even his primordial spirit was covered in fractures, about to split open.
The strongest imperial art he had written with his life, primordial spirit, and Great Dao had been broken. The terrifying backlash was unimaginable. He had paid an enormous price for this move, only to be forced to pay that same price once more in the end.
He had already effectively "died" once to write that ultimate painting scroll.