In the blink of an eye, the door silently opened. Yet the room beyond was a vast expanse of blue, like a calm sea, with nothing inside.
Su Ming took a deep breath and stepped into the room with the motions of someone preparing to dive.
In an instant, a whole new world unfolded before him—or rather, an enormous studio. Its boundless space stretched infinitely in every direction.
Both the ceiling and floor were blue, but one wall resembled a moving conveyor belt, or an endlessly unfurling scroll, constantly shifting without pause.
A giant golden man, a humanoid creature like an Oscar statuette, squatted before that wall as though using a toilet. Beside him sat a huge vat filled with paints of every color.
He plunged his hand into the vat, and when he pulled it out, each finger bore a different color. Then he used those fingers as brushes, rapidly painting incomprehensible images onto the moving scroll.
Yes, to the naked eye, they really were incomprehensible paintings. Those casual doodles were roughly at the level of a three-year-old child.
The colors were vivid, but the paintings themselves were a chaotic mess—just blocks of color and thick lines.
But viewed another way, one could sense the Omniverse within those paintings. The One Above All was influencing and drawing new stories of the Future through a special method.
Those paint-covered hands smeared left and right. Sometimes, as the wall moved, they dragged out long streaks, like hands gliding from the lowest notes of a piano all the way to the highest, tapping a few keys at random, then sliding back again.
It looked utterly disorderly, yet there was a strange aesthetic beauty to his actions. It seemed to be a form of art humans found difficult to understand.
"You're here. Should