The Dark Tide Surged

Bai Xingling waited for quite a while.

A mysterious pure-white portal of light slowly appeared. As its doors opened, a blinding radiance came first, followed by a paradise straight out of a peach-blossom spring.

The courtyard was blanketed in flowers.

A white-robed painter held a brush and painted a picture titled "The Bone King's Ascension," depicting the scene of Bone King Emperor ascending the throne that day.

The painting seemed to contain an entire world. Countless lines sketched and forged human figures that kept moving.

Within the painting, a group of roaring dragons faced off against Giant Shell Elder and the others.

Meanwhile, Bone King Emperor stood on high and delivered his grand founding proclamation.

On the Human Ark, Cardamom Rainbow was gathering dragon blood, while Xinyi Hundred Fans stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

On the Human Ark, the Sword Fairy Maiden was watching from the sidelines, dazzled by the spectacle as she chatted with a painter.

The figures were as intricate as ants. Even their appearances and expressions were exactly like the originals. The people in the painting were even walking around and conversing.

It was a vivid panorama of all living beings, recording a single corner of history's turbulent tides.

"Master, your painting has grown even stronger."

Bai Xingling showed an adoring expression. "I heard that Jiuhui also enjoys painting in his spare time, but he could never reach your level, Master."

He had always understood one thing.

No one throughout the entire Nine Continents and Four Seas could match his master's painting skills or his knowledge of history.

"Jiuhui once waged war across the world. When he happened to meet me, he learned to paint, but he only learned three-tenths of the spirit and essence."

The painter dipped his brush into the ink and continued painting.