Six strokes fell, and the sketch began to take shape.
Yet the entire True Ancestor Realm had already been utterly transformed by the appearance of this painting.
The Spacetime Palace Master and the others in the Gray Mist Sea were stricken with horror, staring dumbfounded as they sensed the changes in the world around them. They looked as though they'd seen a ghost.
How could this be...
Ascension, the land transforming... These were celestial phenomena found only in legends.
And at the end, there had even been a collapse. The shattered earth had healed, dead sea creatures had come back to life—miracles like these... What kind of strange phenomenon was this? They had never even heard of a name for it.
"True Ancestor... what, exactly, is going on?"
The Spacetime Palace Master's voice trembled. He could feel that the changes before them had utterly exceeded anything their True Ancestor Realm could have imagined...
The True Ancestor's whole body was taut. He stared at the Pale Scroll Painting before him, drenched in sweat, and spoke as though in a daze:
"Back then, when the Ten Venerables and Two Fiends wreaked havoc in the Gray Mist Sea, every True Ancestor-level being fell silent. None dared descend or reveal themselves... It was because of this painting!"
His face was filled with fear as he said:
"Because on that painting was the portrait of an unspeakable being... Anyone at the level of a True Ancestor or higher who dared appear would be utterly destroyed."
"Just his portrait alone was enough to make the entire Gray Mist Sea fall silent..."
"Later, the portrait on the painting disappeared... That meant the unspeakable being had perished completely, his karma erased. Everything connected to him was wiped away."
"But now, on this Pale Scroll Painting... why can his