Chapter 72 - Facing the Morning Sun (2/2) (1/2)

With a stroke of his brush, Meng Chuan drew the World Entrance in the middle of the painting. A dense horde of demons poured out from the World Entrance and spread in all directions.

He slowly painted, starting with a rough outline.

He focused on one of the demons on the periphery of the spreading horde. It was a mantis demon. He drew it extremely carefully because it was the demon that had left the deepest impression on him when he was six.

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While painting, the translucent tiny person in his glabella s.p.a.ce began to emit a spiritual light. After all these years—ever since painting “People Resonance”—this was the second time it underwent transformations.

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He immersed himself in his painting, mainly focusing on the mantis demon and its pursuit of his family of three.

The father ran while carrying the child. The mother charged at the mantis demon with a sword.

Just this scene alone took him more than two hours to finish, and this was only one corner of the giant canvas.

When he stopped painting, Meng Chuan realized the changes in his glabella s.p.a.ce.

The tiny person in my glabella s.p.a.ce is glowing? He was surprised, but the spiritual glow gradually weakened.

The appearance of this glabella s.p.a.ce really has something to do with my painting. Meng Chuan was very surprised. When he was 16 years old, he had painted “People Resonance.” It was also his best painting after all these years. That night, he had discovered the glabella s.p.a.ce followed by the Power of the Soul. But at that time, he wasn’t completely certain that it was related to painting.

It could have been a coincidence.

The intense emotions he had while painting this time were no less than when he was painting “People Resonance.” The glowing of the tiny person in his glabella s.p.a.ce convinced him—

it had something to do with painting!

I’ve never heard of anyone producing the mysterious Power of the Soul via painting? After pondering for a long time, Meng Chuan still couldn’t figure it out. Forget it. Once I enter Archean Mountain, I’ll definitely find out why.

At the very least, the Power of the Soul was of great help to him.

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From this day onwards, Meng Chuan’s intense emotions fully fused into the painting. This painting also took up a lot of time. He would paint for as little as two hours up to six hours a day.

After spending more than six months on the canvas, he finally finished.

It was a set of paintings—a total of three separate pieces.

The first one was 16 feet long. In the middle of the painting was a dense horde of demons appearing at the World Entrance. They spread out in every direction. Demons committed carnage everywhere. There were parents who wanted to protect their children, but they were stabbed by a demon’s sharp tail.

There was a scene depicting corpses everywhere. A child stood there crying while an elder faced the demons in battle. There was also a father running with his child on his back while the mother fought off the demons using a sword…

Meng Chuan drew a total of thirty-eight scenes. Every scene clearly depicted the appearances of demons and humans. They were all scenes he had personally experienced or seen with his own eyes. Every time he drew, the flames in his heart burned even brighter.

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In the periphery—some distance away from the demons—Dao Academy disciples, merchants, and ordinary pedestrians were all panicking.

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At the outer perimeter, stood three G.o.dfiends at Jadesun Palace, ready for battle.

There were other places.

In a Dao Academy, the weaker disciples entered the tunnels, while the stronger disciples watched the approaching demons with either determined or nervous looks. Under the guidance of their dean and lecturers, the veterans prepared them for battle.

Without exception, the weak—regardless of their status—lined up to enter the tunnels.

The powerful—regardless of gender or age—stood alongside each other as they braced for battle.

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The sun in the painting had just risen, indicating that the demon invasion was at dawn.

This was only the first painting.

The second painting was about 18 feet long. It was much more cruel and b.l.o.o.d.y.