That eerie voice drifted through the sky. That single word, "I," elevated the sheer grandeur to the utmost extreme. Because I was I. I alone was the one and only. I alone was eternal. I had come from time immemorial and would remain forever, indestructible and immortal. That single word, "I," was far more terrifying than any god's name or title.
Only when I said there was light could there be light. Unique and unparalleled—something no one else could accomplish. It could only be me. Right now, it could only be Qin Fen.
Those words were incomparably confident, incomparably domineering! No one could disregard them, no one could belittle them, no one could overlook them—not even the god Anubis!
Light emerged from the sky. Golden radiance filled the heavens like invincible warriors driving back the darkness, and the jackal head instantly halted, not daring to draw closer.
The skies cleared, and brilliant light shone in every direction. Day and night had switched once more in an instant, displaying terrifying power. This too was a miracle—a miracle beyond all comparison!
Qin Fen watched the words vanish, his heart uneasy. Who knew what the Magic Brush had conjured up this time?
He glanced at the female hooligan picking out clothes in the distance and let out a sigh of relief. "How's it going now?"
Something flashed through Moses's mind, and he immediately replied, "Thank the Lord! Almighty One, You have brought us light and driven away the darkness!"
Really? So this Magic Brush of his worked just as well as the Great Prophecy? Qin Fen was a little dazed. What he most wanted to know now was whether this thing could be used in the Mortal Realm. What if I drew a beautiful woman? Qin Fen drooped his eyelids. This probably wasn't