Chapter 1182: Creation Has No Fixed Form; Through All Ages, I Am King of the Painting Dao
Heaven-Blind Elder seemed to sense what Chu Jiang intended to do, and disbelief flashed through his eyes.
The other judges were paying more attention to the eastern platform.
Li Huatian's copy of the Star River Hanging from Heaven painting had gradually entered its finest stage, starlight flowing across it.
Meanwhile, on the western platform, Chu Jiang still sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, with nothing before him.
"Why hasn't Chu Jiang begun painting yet?"
One judge could not help but speak. "Could it be that he plans to wait until Saint Son Li finishes his painting, then surrender outright?"
"Perhaps he knows he cannot win and has simply withdrawn, lest he disgrace himself before everyone." Another judge shook his head.
"No."
"He has already begun painting."
"What?"
At those words, not only were the two judges who had just spoken stunned, but Piaomiao Fairy and Mo Hengzi also looked at him in astonishment.
"Senior, you mean..." Piaomiao Fairy, the Hall Master of the Array Hall, realized it a beat late, and her pupils shook.
Doubt flickered through the eyes of the judges as they looked once more toward the western platform.
"But there is nothing before Chu Jiang. How is he painting?"
Mo Hengzi focused his senses for a moment, then shook his head. "This old man has not sensed any sign of him driving his divine sense or gathering Dao techniques."
"He uses neither paper nor brush."
Heaven-Blind Elder spoke slowly, his withered finger pointing toward the seemingly empty sky above Chu Jiang's head.
"He takes heaven and earth as his canvas. The mountains and rivers spanning ten thousand miles around the Dao Debate Platform are all his painting ground."
"What?!"
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