The sun!
The sun fell into the river of stars, plunging into the painting and tearing everything apart.
Countless fragments scattered in all directions, countless fragments turned to ash. It was merely a painting of a Jiangnan water town—how could it withstand the sun's heat and destruction?
Since the scroll had shattered and turned to ash in the blazing heat,
what then of the people and objects within the painting?
Amid the starry river, within the ashes of the Jiangnan water-town painting, countless Blood Armored Beetles turned to ash together. They were no different from the endless drizzle sketched in ink. Tens of billions of terrifying Blood Armored Beetles that devoured all things had turned to ash before they could ever bloom in glory, dying without the slightest worth.
Within the swirling ashes of the painting, the head of a shattered puppet and one or two puppet arms barely retained their form through the connection of a few strands, fleeing madly into the distance.
"Alas..."
"My talent, compared to a True Immortal's, is truly like grass and dust—utterly insignificant."
The Youth in Green Robes sighed amid the starry river.
He knew why.
This painting lacked time, lacked cause, lacked effect. It had no soul; it was not a complete painting at all. Even spatially, it had not been pushed to its utmost. The five elements were acceptable, yang was acceptable as well, but on the great dao of yin attributes, it had yet to reach a satisfactory level.
This yin attribute did not refer to lunar yin or icy coldness.
All things were relative. To the sun, yin attributes might be related to Dark Matter. Nothing had been brought to its ultimate extreme.
To the point that he had failed to kill even a Severely Wounded Heavenly Being in a