Emperor's Domination

Chapter 6065: What Is This Junk?

Calling this a “painting” was generous, whether it be due to the content or the artist’s skill. This piece had no charm or grace, inferior to what a three-year-old child could muster.

In fact, cultivators thought they could have drawn something better with their eyes closed.

“What the hell is this junk? A child can draw better.” White-robed Greenman sneered.

“And he dared to try.” Another said.

“The greatest mortal? It must have been sarcasm.” An expert said: “More like the greatest trash or idiot.”

“Mortals are ultimately, just mortals. Their vision and knowledge are limited, hence their arrogance.” An ancestor shook his head and gave a gentle assessment.

“No, something is off. He did something incredible back in Splendor Square, Allmountain Emperor couldn’t pull it off.” A big shot disagreed and carefully stared at the ugly painting.

The ones who witnessed his miracles were hopeful. However, they couldn’t lie to themselves and praise the painting.

“Hmph.” Ouyang Dragon God only cared about learning Li Qiye’s ability to deal with him subsequently given the opportunity.

Final Desolate God observed the withered and ugly tree. One wouldn’t want to take a second look at this painting.

Nevertheless, he contained his disdain and distaste, activating his heavenly gaze.

He immersed himself in the painting and somehow, the three branches turned into radiant passages to three different worlds. This feeling only lasted for a second and he couldn’t regain it. A mysterious power blocked his enlightenment.

“...” The ugly painting contained something beyond him. He had no words to describe this power. Was it from this world or another? All in all, he didn’t understand what the painting represented.

As a heavenreach desolate god, he saw some clues. Perhaps the tree was the foundation of the world while the three branches served as special passages.

The middle-aged man couldn’t hear the crowd at all because his mind entered the painting. Final was right, the branches were a form of art capable of replacing time and space. He returned to a past world - Three Immortals but not the current one.

It was before Zhan Sansheng’s involvement. Supreme and Life and Death Heaven didn’t exist either. The rulers were the three immortals.

His youthful exuberance was only second to his talent. He dazzled like an immortal, surpassing many progenitors. His brilliance illuminated the realms as he enjoyed the many facets of life.

The painting transported him to the beautiful past, the bygone years. It brought a sincere smile to his face.

“How pathetic, so ugly that it doesn’t deserve to be on display. Calling it doodling is too kind, just throw this piece of trash away.” He heard someone shouting after regaining his wits.

“It’s extraordinary, how wonderful, the best painting in the world.” He loudly applauded and laughed heartily while everyone else dismissed Li Qiye’s painting with scorn.

Ever since he came here, he had lost the sensation of joy and happiness.

“So this is joy!” He laughed uninhibitedly and astounded the crowd.

How did this ugly painting become the source of the man’s unbridled happiness? They rubbed their eyes in confusion.

“Really?” Many calmed down and looked closely at the painting.

“Is this all for show?” An ancestor murmured.

However, the prize was a primal ancestor. Who would make a joke out of this?

“There must be something to the painting.” Another said.

“Impossible!” Ouyang Dragon God blurted but couldn’t find any clues.

“So it was tailor-made for him.” Final became more certain of his conjecture. He was able to enter the special realm for just a split second. Alas, an unknown power created by the ink banished him.

“See, the greatest mortal. I told you, he’s miraculous, he did the same back in Splendor Terra.” A big shot confident in Li Qiye exclaimed.

“Wonderful.” The man calmed down and said: “I haven’t felt this in a long time. Please, accept the meager gift.”

He placed Six-sense Pagoda in Li Qiye’s hand - one of the few primal artifacts in Sin.