"Where is this place?"
Xu Wendong awoke to find his surroundings shrouded in darkness. This space was immensely vast, black as ink, boundless, as if he were in the abyss of the universe.
Xu Wendong squinted, cautiously surveying the area.
His heart pounded violently in his chest, each beat sounding like a war drum.
Soon, a golden light appeared like dawn, slowly emerging.
The light gradually gathered, slowly forming a colossal human figure.
This figure was grand and mighty, standing proudly, overlooking everything in the Netherworld.
On him surged a particularly thick aura, powerful and mysterious, as if containing endless strength.
Just a glimpse made Xu Wendong feel like a mountain was pressing down on him, not daring to breathe, his legs trembling slightly.
"Is this the Painting Saint?"
Xu Wendong was startled, recalling the records about the Painting Saint he found in the ancient books of the Nether Talisman Masters of the Heavenly Nether Sect.
