"Who was she?"
"Why was she here? Why was she crying so heartbreakingly? Why did I feel sad too?"
In that instant, Barn was at a loss.
This was not something as simple as a mere illusion. If a high-ranking Scholar's abilities were limited to fantasy and mental control, that would be seriously underestimating the "masterless path" that produced so many top-tier powerhouses.
"The End. Traveler Unable to Return Home."
A trilogy had to have a fourth installment. That was common sense.
This painting was the ending, but it was also the beginning.
It could be said that someone had made dumplings just for the vinegar. Lu Mouren had spent enormous resources creating the first three paintings. Not only were they consumables without a "core," their actual strength ranged only from Silver High Rank to Gold Low Rank.
Against Law Decree-level opponents, they were guaranteed kills. But were his true targets really only Law Decree-level? Lu PingAn could have solved that with a single punch. Why waste so much time and resources?
"Who am I to her? Why is she crying so heartbreakingly with her back to me? I... Right, I am her husband—the husband she had waited so long for, yet who could never return home and froze to death in the snowy mountains."
A Desperate Painter painted stories. Once you entered the range of its abilities, you unknowingly became a person in its painting.
"If all you did was replicate images, a camera would be enough. Why would you need a paintbrush?"
Painters were a branch of Scholars, while Lu PingAn's Desperate Painter was one who depicted "desperation." With his brush, he sketched story after story, life after life driven into desperate straits.
To outsiders, even the powerful Barn had fallen into confusion at this moment.
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