The True Body of Immortal Heaven!

A painting could not capture Li Qi's divine bearing, yet it depicted a pair of indifferent eyes amid primal chaos.

This was... Li Qi as Ling Xiao saw him.

She truly could not grasp Li Qi's divine bearing, nor did she know how to paint his face and figure.

But after watching him for so long, his gaze had left the deepest impression on her.

It was like... Azure Heaven's gaze.

The real Li Qi looked at the painting and smiled. "Though it has no face, it's quite well painted."

As he spoke, he glanced at the painting.

The eyes within that illusory figure amid chaos suddenly became bright and spirited—

As though Li Qi himself had opened his eyes.

Then Li Qi reached out and handed the painting to Ling Xiao. "You painted my portrait, so take this as your payment. You are somewhat different from the others... I suppose you truly like painting."

True fondness gave rise to true passion.

It was not driven by the need to survive, not urged on by one's environment, nor forced by others. It was complete love, a pursuit born from the heart.

Her motivation came not from the outside world, but from within.

Whether people cultivated or studied, many thought, "If I learn this well, I can make money," "My parents think this is good for me," or "Studying this now will make finding work easy."

There was nothing wrong with such a mindset. After all, survival took priority. But this kind of learning was pressure upon oneself.

All that foolish talk of "pressure is motivation" was, in essence, merely forcing someone onward. Pressure was indeed motivation, but it remained pressure. As long as it was pressure, the drive to move forward came from outside.

Once the outside environment changed—say, once