Bold Little Brat, Daring to Slander Xun Bro Behind His Back!

The old blind man revealed a faint smile and began outlining the veins of heaven and earth in his heart. His brush moved like a wandering dragon.

Though no mana clung to his brush, its momentum soared as ink danced across the paper.

Chen Xun had fallen into a strange state. He had never met any great master of painting, much less discussed the Dao with masters of the art, yet he had seen no small number of paintings.

Especially in the Immortal Pavilion, where ink treasures hung upon the walls everywhere.

Yet Chen Xun did not quite acknowledge those paths of painting in his heart. Especially after breaking through to the Void Refining Realm, he felt that among the skilled painters of the Great World, none deserved his recognition.

Though this old gentleman could not truly teach him anything, he had broadened far too many of Chen Xun's ideas about painting.

His talent simply was not enough; he needed others to point the way. Sometimes, the difference lay in a single flash of inspiration.

Chen Xun was such a person. Neither he nor Black Bull had ever been particularly clever, but their lives were long, and they had encountered far too many people of every kind along the river of life.

Whether mortals or cultivators, the flashes of wisdom they displayed would always stun them for an instant without warning. They had also remembered far too many people in their hearts.

Chen Xun had been thinking all along—let paintings evolve the years... Using a brief lifespan to paint without cease, evolving a painting of that life itself. This was the heaven and earth within this old gentleman's heart.

He took a small sip of Life-Nourishing Tea. What, then, was the heaven and earth in his own heart? Then he