Heaven and earth were silent. The sound of wind, rain, and waves all merged into the painting. What was constantly changing was the ink-colored man and dragon.
Between the movements, there were long traces of ink, and the speed was extremely fast. Two vigorous and elegant ink traces crisscrossed back and forth, sometimes joining and sometimes separating, faster and faster. In the end, they seemed to be entangled together, forming a whirlpool that spun rapidly, and the picture scroll was chaotic.
Everyone was watching this shocking battle. Only Chu Danqing was focused on the painting in front of him. Blood flowed from his wrist to the tip of the brush, galloping in the painting.
Green Blood of Vermilion, blood turned into ink.
His face gradually paled, and his spirit became more vigorous with some fanaticism. He threw everything in the world to the back of his mind and only focused on the painting in front of him.
Gu Yanying also looked back in surprise, then turned back to continue watching the battle.
After an unknown period of time, there was a sudden "crack". It was very soft but very clear, as if it rang in everyone's heart, breaking the silence between the sea and the sky.
A figure fell from the sky and landed in the ink sea with a plop, then slowly floated up. It was Li Qingshan. His eyes were tightly shut, and he floated motionlessly on the surface of the sea. His long scarlet hair spread out, and one of his left legs and one of his right arms had disappeared. His body was riddled with wounds, but the wounds weren't filled with fresh blood, but with black ink.
Gu Yanying heaved a sigh of relief, but it turned into a sigh.
"The winner has been decided!"
"He … died in battle?" Si Bao was in disbelief.
Gu Yanying shook her head. "He won."
Li Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the sky quietly. A smile appeared on his lips. "Dragon King, you lost!"
Before he finished speaking, there was a cacophony of cracking sounds, which turned from soft to booming, echoing throughout the Ink Sea.
The painting gradually collapsed and fell into the sea. Color returned to heaven and earth. It was the last ray of sunset.
All the spectators were in a trance. It turned out that the battle had only lasted for such a short time.
Mo Wuhen suddenly appeared again, standing on the sea. He was only a few feet away from Li Qingshan's head. He looked down at him.
"What, do you still want to fight?" Li Qingshan raised his head and stared at him.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged into his body, and the Divine Power of the Earth gave him an endless source of power. The flames of the phoenix burned. He removed the black stain and healed his injuries. Even the broken limbs. Reborn in the curl of the flames.
"A Thousand Autumns Painting is indeed an extremely powerful move, especially in this ink sea. However, you're still no match for my fist. " Li Qingshan raised his new right fist in the flames. The power of vibration was indeed very good at restraining such methods. The Ending Flower Blade made a soft sound. "Yes, there's still a blade!"
The Dragon King Of The Sea did not say a word, nor did he make a move.
He was well aware of one thing. Even if he had the entire Ink Sea to rely on, he would not be able to crush Li Qingshan. He would only be able to hold on for a while longer and not be defeated so quickly.
To put it simply, the Dragon King Of The Sea's destructive power could not penetrate the tortoiseshell and cowhide to crush Li Qingshan's tiger bones and extinguish the phoenix's flames.
"It's very strange. You actually don't have any Innate Mystical Powers."
Li Qingshan said. Although the Dragon King Of The Sea had used various methods, none of them could be considered as true Innate Mystical Powers. To the demon race, Mystical Powers were the foundation of everything.
If the Dragon King Of The Sea had any kind of offensive Mystical Powers that could truly condense and release the enormous power of the Ink Sea, the outcome of the battle would be uncertain.
However, what he found strange was that the former Qingzhou Demon Race Crown Prince Mo Yu, a fellow who was countless times weaker than the Dragon King Of The Sea, could also use Innate Mystical Powers.
"Because I am not a demon." The Dragon King Of The Sea finally spoke.
"Oh, you turned Mo Yu from a painting into a demon, but you still can't help yourself? It's really depressing to think about it. The fellow I've always viewed as a strong enemy is actually just a painting, or rather, a painting's soul! "
Li Qingshan shook his head and suddenly leaped up, smashing Mo Wuhen into pieces with a punch. Ink droplets splattered all over the sky.
"However, regardless of whether you want to fight or not, I won't stop until I completely defeat you!"
Mo Wuhen's figure condensed in the distant sky again, nodding slightly at Li Qingshan. If he were to stop just like that, that would be the greatest insult. However, it was not his style to be entangled blindly, knowing that he was no match for Mo Wuhen. The dragon eyes in his eyes dispersed and became blank again. His expression suddenly became a little bleak.
At this moment, Chu Danqing completed the final stroke. What he depicted was not the process of the fierce battle, but the scene of the dragon and tiger roaring at each other. The fierce battle that followed seemed to be integrated into the painting, giving people endless imagination.
He revealed a pale smile, and the aura all over his body weakened to the extreme. Only then did he suddenly realize that the battle had already ended. He looked around for the Dragon King Of The Sea's figure, and suddenly a voice sounded behind him. "Good painting."
"Master!"
Chu Danqing turned around. The Dragon King Of The Sea was looking at the painting with blank eyes, sighing in admiration.
"You have already obtained some of the essence of the Five Absolutes' Painting Dao. You can slowly cultivate it now."
"Master, you …" Chu Danqing seemed to sense something.
"You've been out for so long. It's time to return."
The Dragon King Of The Sea faintly said. Suddenly, he waved his sleeves and the ink sea violently roiled again. A circle of coastline gradually lost its ink color and condensed towards the center of the sea. The last drop of ink rose into the sky and floated in the Dragon King Of The Sea's palm. It shot into Chu Danqing's dantian, fusing into his limbs, soul, and consciousness, and surging through his blood vessels.
As for the ink sea below, it turned a deep blue color. The influence of the Five Absolutes Immortal's 10,000 years of existence had been eliminated, turning into a deep blue sea. After doing all this, the Dragon King Of The Sea's figure dissipated with the wind. Chu Danqing stretched out his hand but only touched the warm sea breeze.
At the same time, in the distant void, an ink dragon gradually appeared on a snow-white painting wall. It was vigorous and wanted to fly, but its eyes were blank. It seemed powerless and could only be trapped on the wall.
Two figures vaguely appeared. One was an azure-robed man and the other was a yellow-robed man.
The yellow-robed man asked, "Fellow Daoist, why did you stop? You only drew the dragon and not the eye. That is a great loss of charm."
The azure-robed man answered, "Just touching it will allow me to ascend beyond the heavens. Forget it!"
"Oh, that's fine, that's fine."
The yellow-robed man had a look of disbelief. Cultivators had bitterly cultivated for thousands of years. It was extremely difficult for them to ascend. How could a mere painting dare to say that they could ascend beyond the heavens? It was simply ridiculous.
The azure-robed man did not seem to notice. He smiled and looked at the dragon in the painting.
The sun set and the moon rose, sprinkling down clear light.
Chu Danqing recalled all his experiences over the years and could not help but cry. He wiped them with his sleeves. His sleeves were stained with ink and he could not help but be stunned.
"Danqing, are you alright?"
Li Qingshan came over and asked with concern. He saw that Chu Danqing's entire body was pitch-black. He could almost become invisible in the darkness. It was truly pitch-black like ink. Even the whites of his eyes were completely black.
"I …"
Chu Danqing looked at his hands. He understood that the Dragon King Of The Sea had used an extraordinary method to absorb all the power of the ink sea into his body. He could not help but feel even more sorrowful and cried bitterly.
"Hey, don't cry. It's such a waste."
Li Qingshan knew that Chu Danqing could not control this power at all, let alone digest it.
"Qingshan, do you still keep your promise?" Chu Danqing wiped his tears and asked Li Qingshan.
"Of course." Li Qingshan smiled.
"The Painting Tomb is about to open."
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