The Brush Falls, Startling Wind and Rain; Poems Become, Making Ghosts and Gods Weep! Artifact: Eternal Precious Brush!

Yang Guifei stretched lazily, her perfect curves fully revealed in that instant.

She pointed toward the towering Taibai Restaurant in the distance, her red lips parting slightly.

"Over at Taibai Restaurant."

"I heard Mozi, that old man who tinkers with wood all day, is there too."

"Master seems to have some new ideas about the arrangements in Mechanism City. He should be over there right now."

Upon hearing this, Jing did not hesitate in the slightest.

"I'll go find him."

With those words, Jing's figure instantly transformed into countless tiny mirror shards and vanished from the spot.

Leaving behind only a faint, lingering cold fragrance in the air.

Yang Guifei watched the direction Jing had disappeared in and shook her head helplessly.

"Such an impatient girl..."

"Aren't you afraid of disturbing Master's enjoyment?"

Above the Heavenly Curtain, golden light blazed brilliantly.

That radiance was no longer the sharp, exposed edge of Li Bai, nor was it Da Qiao's gentle softness like flowing water.

It was a sacred brilliance filled with the power of order, rules, and creation.

[Reward Settlement]

[Reward Recipient: Shangguan Wan'er]

[Bestowed: Artifact: Eternal Precious Brush]

Rumble—

Above the entirety of Chang'an City, peals of thunder seemed to resound.

Yet upon listening closely, they were not thunder at all.

They were the sounds of countless words colliding, arranging, and combining in the void—the voice of the Great Dao.

Within the scene.

The Imperial Study where Shangguan Wan'er stood instantly vanished.

In its place was a vast and boundless golden void.

The ordinary writing brush in her hand began to crack apart inch by inch.

Countless golden particles gathered in her palm.

A divine brush, flowing with dazzling golden light from end to end and engraved with totems depicting the birth and destruction of all things along its shaft, slowly took shape.

Artifact: Eternal Precious Brush!

This was not merely an evolution of her martial soul.

It was an elevation of the very concept of "writing."

The official robe on Shangguan Wan'er also underwent a heaven-shaking transformation.

Her originally elegant official attire disappeared.

Replacing it was a suit of battle armor interwoven with futuristic technological style and ancient mythological colors.

Golden tassels draped from her shoulders.

Several enormous golden halos floated behind her. Within them, countless golden words leaped wildly like streams of data.

They represented the analysis and reconstruction of all things in the world.

Her eyes no longer held clearly distinct black-and-white pupils.

Instead, they had become a dazzling golden Star River.

She held the brush in one hand and lightly tapped the air.

[Legendary · Artifact: Eternal Precious Brush]

"When the brush falls, it startles wind and rain; when poems are completed, ghosts and gods weep."

The Eternal Precious Brush in Shangguan Wan'er's hand lightly swept through the void.

A streak of golden Ink Trace instantly cut across the heavens.

The Ink Trace did not disperse. Instead, it transformed into a ceaselessly surging golden river, washing away every impurity within the void.

Her former scholarly aura had now completely transformed into the imperial majesty of one who commanded heaven and earth.

If she had once been the empire's prime minister,

then at this moment, she was the creator and writer of the world's rules.

Under that terrifying pressure, quite a few Soul Masters in Heaven Dou City had their legs give out and fell to their knees.

It was a tremor from the Depth of the Soul.

Before power that could freely alter reality and write the rules, the strength of Mortals seemed so insignificant and laughable.

Within the grand hall of the Imperial Palace.

Wu Zetian, seated upon the Dragon Throne, watched the godlike figure in the Heavenly Curtain.

A pleased expression appeared on her majestic, peerlessly beautiful face.

"This Little Girl is getting stronger and stronger."

"Not bad."

"Only then is she worthy of being my Left and Right Arms."

Wu Zetian lightly tapped the armrest of the Dragon Throne.

Great Tang's foundation had been strengthened once more.

The outside world had long since fallen into Deathly Stillness.

Heaven Dou Empire, Imperial Palace.

The Wine Cup in Xue Beng's hand fell to the floor with a snap, shattering into pieces.

The rich Fine Wine spilled across the ground, yet he did not notice at all.

His eyes were fixed on the brush in Shangguan Wan'er's hand within the Heavenly Curtain.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

"Th-This... what kind of martial soul is that?"

"A brush can actually trigger a phenomenon of heaven and earth?"

"Those golden words... Why do I feel that if she writes a single Death Word, I will immediately drop dead?"

Fear.

Deep, profound fear.

As the ruler of a nation, Xue Beng was especially sensitive to power that could disregard Imperial Authority and directly interfere with rules.

The state Shangguan Wan'er displayed was simply not something a Soul Master should possess.

She was like a Judge seated high above.

Holding the Book of Life and Death, her brush judging the Yin Yang Road.

"Is this Great Tang's strength..."

Ning Fengzhi stood below the great hall, his face pale as paper.

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand hummed uneasily like a frightened Little Beast.

As the Number One Under Heaven support-type Soul Master on the continent, his perception was the sharpest.

He could clearly sense the level of energy contained within the Eternal Precious Brush in Shangguan Wan'er's hand.

That was not Soul Power.

That was Divine Power!

A true Artifact!

"Uncle Jian..."

Ning Fengzhi turned to Sword Douluo Chen Xin beside him, his voice dry.

"If you were to face Shangguan Wan'er as she is now, how much chance would you have of winning?"

Chen Xin stared fixedly at the Heavenly Curtain, veins bulging from the hand gripping the Seven Kill Sword.

His eyes were filled with fighting spirit, but even more so with a sense of powerlessness.

After a long while.

He slowly uttered a single word.

"Zero."

Ning Fengzhi swayed, nearly unable to remain standing.

Even Sword Douluo, whose attack power was known as Number One Under Heaven, said his chance of victory was zero.

How many more shocks would this Great Tang bring to the world?

Spirit Hall, Elder Hall.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back before the enormous Angel Statue.

His gaze pierced through layer after layer of buildings and fixed directly upon the Heavenly Curtain.

"An artifact capable of modifying rules..."

"How could something like this appear among Mortals?"

A deep trace of apprehension flashed through Qian Daoliu's eyes.

Although the Angel God Armor was powerful, it mostly enhanced one's own attributes and strength.

But the brush in Shangguan Wan'er's hand was rewriting the environment, rewriting reality.

The difference in their levels was obvious at a glance.

"That woman's worries were justified."

"This Great Tang has become the greatest obstacle to Spirit Hall's unification of the continent."

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath as golden Holy Light surged around him.

Yet he did not act rashly.

Because he saw Shangguan Wan'er's Golden Eyes in the Heavenly Curtain.

Those eyes seemed to pierce through endless Space-time, coldly watching every powerhouse on this continent.

As if saying:

I shall write this world.

Those who defy me shall find no path to life beneath my brush.

That overwhelming pressure, that unparalleled temperament where beauty and danger coexisted.

While countless people felt fear, they could not help but yearn for her as well.

This was the charm of the strong.

This was the splendor of Great Tang.

And beneath the bathing golden radiance.

Shangguan Wan'er slowly withdrew her brush.

The golden words filling the sky flowed back like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, all entering the Eternal Precious Brush in her hand.

She tilted her head slightly and looked in a certain direction.

It was where Li Xin was.

Her lips did not curve upward, but the golden light in her eyes softened by a few degrees.