In the endless gray-white world.
He watched Xian's maddened sea of consciousness, the puzzle of his mental world missing an entire piece.
"Have we finally waited until this moment?"
The painter's eyes flickered rapidly. Though he had proven himself as Creation Esteemed Immortal, he was actually one of the two sides of Supreme Esteemed Immortal.
If fate was a Three Aspects Body,
then matter was a Two Aspects Body.
That was why he had chosen Creation at the beginning. Representing the framework of the void, it was meant to complete Xian's substantive material power.
"Have you come?" In a dark corner, Xian hugged his head and sobbed bitterly. Within his mental world, he was like a helpless, lonely old man, curled up in an ice house and trembling violently.
"Come. We are destined to fight."
"I have repaid every favor I owed you."
The painter gracefully spread his arms, as though he had been waiting for this day from the beginning, waiting to make the final handover.
"Come, heroes who have been eagerly awaited. Roar as you slaughter one another, then ascend to the summit. Now, it's my turn—myself in my early thirties."
"Fortunately, I'm still young."
Heaven and earth twisted into a blur. The entire mental world seemed to take on an abstract-painting style. The painter took out his brush, constantly correcting this mental world while continually plundering and fighting.
Boom.
Xian finally began to counterattack on instinct.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The two figures crashed violently into one another.
Unlike Ning Zheng, they would decide which self was the true king through the most brutal and primitive means.
As they slaughtered and dueled, the entirety of Xian's mental sea surged violently, raising monstrous waves.
When the Two Aspects Body completely fused, the true complete form of Xian Esteemed Immortal would