Ding Ling's paintings shook people to their very souls.
Even through the screen, one could feel the beauty of Ding Ling's work.
It possessed an ethereal, transcendent quality while also being profoundly grounded in reality.
It was a contradictory sensation.
Yet it truly existed.
At a single glance, it struck straight at people's souls and eyes. It was branded into these artists' very bones, leaving them deeply shaken. They could not help but marvel at it, then became curious about Ding Ling and began searching for everything about him.
And the more they learned about Ding Ling,
the more bewildered, shocked, and disbelieving they became.
"How could a crude martial artist possibly grasp the essence of art?"
Artists looked down on brutes.
After all, artists were intellectuals.
They disdained doing things that were blunt, straightforward, and fast-paced.
To them, martial artists fighting was utterly devoid of artistic value.
But a brute like Ding Ling
had created such a world-shaking work.
In the modern era,
many surviving top artists were astounded after seeing Ding Ling's work, even through a screen. They could not imagine how deeply they would be moved if they saw the work in person.
They could not believe Ding Ling had made it all.
But when their children, grandchildren, and students showed them recordings of Ding Ling's livestream, they fell silent.
The recordings lasted several hours.
The entire process had been livestreamed.
Someone had deliberately recorded it.
Then uploaded it online.
The evidence was irrefutable.
There was simply no way it could be faked!
The facts proved that Ding Ling was a supreme artist! A peerless artist of world-class caliber, perhaps even beyond world-class!
Many elderly artists stood dumbfounded, so shocked that their limbs trembled.
"A martial artist became a top-tier artist."
He felt ashamed of his own