Ever since his water dao origin reached the peak of the fourth layer, Li Hao had gained a deeper understanding of the Painting Dao, and his control over ink wash had grown more refined.
Ink wash was more than just ink. Immortal power could become ink wash, and so could time. It all depended on how one understood it.
Li Hao looked up at the Time Divine Tree, his thoughts stirring. He took space as his canvas and time as his brush tip, drawing in star immortal power from all heavens to sketch the tree's appearance in the void.
Painting wondrous sights was both training and a test for the Painting Dao.
But barely had Li Hao begun his first strokes when he realized he seemed to have kicked an iron plate this time.
The exquisite spectacle of the Time Origin Divine Tree was the most difficult subject he had ever encountered.
Just the divine leaves in its crown made sweat bead on Li Hao's forehead.
On every divine leaf, some long-sealed stretch of time flowed and changed. Each leaf held its own time, rising, falling, and shifting, never following a fixed sequence.
Veins gradually bulged on Li Hao's forehead. Strain and struggle showed in his eyes. The time carried by every divine leaf was constantly changing, each different from the others. Painting them was simply beyond imagination.
Li Hao applied the power of time to a divine leaf in his painting, making a shifting River of Time appear on it as well. But the moment he finished depicting that stretch of the River of Time, the fragment of time on the actual leaf changed. The fragment his brush had already outlined could not change along with it; its form was already fixed.
"This is impossible to paint!"
Li Hao