Wielding the Brush to Imprison an Outer God

Hunkun Chixiang did not break through the white paper seal.

Instead, in an instant, Hunkun Chixiang forcibly folded endless abysses and corridors into that flat surface.

The Truth-Cutting Six Directions Art had sealed the god within a two-dimensional plane.

Yet now Hunkun Chixiang, like a master builder, reshaped and unfolded a three-dimensional world.

To Li Shun's horror, the nebula writhing at the mouth of the bronze mask on the white paper did not grow any larger.

But the wind and snow, the land of Bing Province beneath his feet, even the sonorous words pouring from Zhao Cheng's mouth, all inverted and twisted imperceptibly, flowing of their own accord toward that nebula.

The Great Qian World began to merge with the world Hunkun Chixiang had woven.

In other words, Hunkun Chixiang's projection had truly descended upon the world.

"Where are the people from the Great Qian Court? Why are they still standing by and watching?" Seeing matters spiral beyond control, Li Shun fought desperately against the Outer God's corruption while searching for the figure behind the scenes.

Fortunately, most of Hunkun Chixiang's might was focused on Taiyi Xuanpin's phantom.

Only then could Li Shun maintain his sanity.

Zhao Cheng was still chanting, but his voice sounded as though a cloth had been draped over it, muffled and indistinct.

His face, too, grew increasingly contorted with struggle.

Hunkun Chixiang paid no heed to the two insignificant mortals.

The god drifted slowly toward the black-robed figure.

There was something deeply uncanny about the sight.

Hunkun Chixiang was clearly still sealed within the white paper, and the god did not seem to have moved at all.

Instead, Hunkun Chixiang had brought the world the god had woven closer to Taiyi Xuanpin's phantom.

The instant the two touched—

The black-robed figure abruptly vanished from the