The heavens and earth are silent.
Everyone held their breath, staring unblinkingly at Wu Daozi.
"The sixteenth stroke, he's painting the eighth heaven!"
The Grand Elder of the academy widened his eyes, his voice trembling, his face flushed with excitement, admiration, and worship.
Only one last heaven is needed to paint the complete map of all heavens and worlds.
Wu Daozi stood in the starry sky, undisturbed by the outside world, fully immersed in the world of painting.
Finally.
He made the last stroke.
The seventeenth stroke appeared, painting the ninth heaven.
Boom!
The heavens and earth roared.
The consciousness of the heavens and worlds emerged.
Centered in the Literary Realm, within tens of thousands of light-years, the void trembled violently.
At this moment, the heavens and cosmos lost their brilliance; everything seemed to lose its luster.
Only one painting shone through the ages.
"Is this the map of all heavens and worlds?"
