As Xu Luo Yi's voice fell, ripples suddenly spread through the space behind him. A magnificent phantom of an enormous scroll slowly unfurled from the void, stretching across heaven and earth.
It was more than thirty feet long, and its width was like clouds hanging from the sky, nearly covering half the heavens. The scroll was neither silk nor paper, its material hazy and indistinguishable. A dim, primordial gleam flowed along its edges, while within its core lay an endless, profound starry sky!
This was not a starry night that any mortal painter could depict, but a strange sight that truly contained the vastness of the cosmos and the Dao Rhyme of the stars.
Countless bright and dim stars dotted it like a celestial array, slowly moving along some profoundly mysterious trajectories. Silver radiance glittered, purple qi lurked within, and from time to time, meteors streaked through the depths, dragging dreamy, ethereal tails of light behind them.
"Hummm—!"
A clear sword cry, like a dragon roaring through the nine heavens, suddenly erupted from the brightest great star in the Scroll Painting.
The next instant, an incomparably condensed phantom flying sword, woven entirely from starlight and sword qi, moved faster than the eye could follow. With a sharp whoosh, it tore through the air, carrying an unyielding, desperate momentum as it charged straight at the enormous blood-red palm descending from the heavens and shrouding the sky!
This was only the beginning.
After the first phantom flying sword, it was as though some floodgate had been opened, and the starry Scroll Painting shook violently.
The second sword, the third, the fourth, the fifth... In an instant, thousands upon thousands of densely packed phantom flying swords poured from the countless stars within the painting like an enraged swarm of bees, or a breached