Before Su Mo could speak again, the Brush of All Living Beings shot into the sky.
All the power of creation within it erupted—the spiritual energy it had gathered over countless years, and all its Spirit Consciousness!
Hum!
In an instant, a candle seemed to light up within that pitch-black void...
The candle flickered, illuminating reincarnation.
The Brush of All Living Beings danced in the air, its tip leaving streaks of bronze light in the void.
Where the light lay, it seemed to sketch an arcing outline.
Amid that pitch-black darkness, the bronze light seemed so dazzling...
Stroke by stroke, it drew with difficulty, and very slowly.
Su Mo stared blankly at the outline emerging beneath the brush's tip, something cold seeming to slip from the corners of his eyes.
Every stroke consumed the Brush of All Living Beings' own Spirit Consciousness.
It had never drawn anything so heaven-defying, nor had it ever considered it.
Yet it had never expected drawing it to feel so natural...
Stroke by stroke.
Consuming its Spirit Consciousness.
Drawing reincarnation...
The Brush of All Living Beings drew more and more slowly, growing more and more exhausted.
Yet it still persisted in drawing the thing it imagined in its heart.
Slowly, the illusory drawing of a mirror finally took shape.
A mirror that could see through reincarnation!
And the Brush of All Living Beings seemed to sway, its Spirit Consciousness blurring.
It seemed to have forgotten many things, yet still remembered some...
What had it forgotten? It no longer knew.
What did it remember?
It remembered everything since meeting Su Mo!
The Brush of All Living Beings looked at the phantom mirror it had drawn, a trace of smugness seeming to linger amid its weakness. "In this world, only I, the Pen Lord, could draw this