In the scroll he was painting at that moment was none other than the Nine Grains Emperor preaching throughout the Nine Continents world, with an Emperor's Sword mounted beside him. It was lifelike, and the Nine Grains Emperor within it was already moving.
"But my system, though difficult, only needs me alone to achieve the Dao."
"After becoming an immortal, once my Seven-Colored Divine Ability reaches perfection, my painting skills will far surpass what they were before. I'll even be able to paint true immortals."
"First, I'll paint one Nine Grains Emperor, then seek an opportunity to paint those perfected Three Disasters and Seven Calamities limit-breakers of the Immortal Realm."
"So what if they're rare? So what if cultivation is incredibly difficult? So what if a system might have only one heir in an entire generation?"
"What does that have to do with me?"
"I'll paint all the Heroes of the World and create an Immortal Realm Ukiyo-e."
His system was equally difficult, with only him and the Nine Grains Emperor as its two heirs.
But his painting technique was unique. One heir was enough. He alone could form an army, painting tens of millions of people.
With every stroke and flourish, he painted countless faces and features that would remain eternally youthful.
The only thing he lacked was resources.
He was far too poor.
The energy resources a powerhouse needed for painting could be called astronomical!
Moreover, he currently couldn't paint anyone too powerful. The strong generally had mechanisms of self-protection and isolation to prevent others from stealing from or spying on them.
"I need to make money." The Painter let out a long sigh. His thoughts turned, and his gaze suddenly landed on Jian Xin, who had just walked through the door.
At that very moment.
Jian Xin