The Western Hall Master was focusing intently on his enemy!
His opponent, Mo Bugong of the Human Seed Cult, raised her brush and summoned countless sheets of human skin, wielding them with effortless freedom.
Mo Bugong's masterful brushwork blended into a style uniquely her own. The seal script she wrote was elegant and fluid, encompassing all living things between Heaven and Earth.
Empowered by the seal script, the human skins transformed into mountains and rivers, fawns drinking from streams, vast grasslands and wildernesses, and fierce horses galloping at full speed.
In the span of a breath, the Western Hall Master went from the seashore into the desert, then fell from a mountaintop onto the back of an ox.
Such divine, uncanny methods delighted him greatly. "Mo Bugong, with a single thought, you create a world; with one brushstroke, you paint Heaven and Earth."
"I originally thought little of you. Seal script, painting, and even cultivating the arts of a Body Engraver—your studies were far too diverse, and your achievements seemed bound to be limited."
"Now, it seems you had long decided upon this path of integrating everything and blazing a new trail."
The world beneath her brush was incomparably real. Within a single breath, wind and thunder churned, vegetation withered and flourished—it was clearly power attainable only by one who had reached the great completion of the Earth Realm.
Mo Bugong did not answer, not because she was aloof and proud, but because all her vital essence was focused on wielding the brush. She simply could not open her mouth.
The truth was that the Western Hall Master was far stronger than she was. Even against her full-strength assault, he remained at ease, able to speak without hindrance.
As for Mo Bugong, if she uttered even a single word, her