"This kid, he seems extraordinary. Have I truly encountered a prodigy disciple?" the Painting Saint thought to himself.
He had traversed the Netherworld for many years and witnessed countless talented individuals, but none of them qualified to enter his tutelage.
Even Xu Wendong initially seemed unworthy to be his apprentice in the Painting Saint's eyes.
Thus, he posed an almost impossible challenge from a common perspective.
To grasp Gold Chaos in three shichen—even the Painting Saint at his peak couldn't achieve that!
As time passed, the atmosphere in the room grew more tense.
Xu Wendong immersed himself in understanding Gold Chaos, seemingly isolated from the outside world.
Suddenly, he jolted awake, his eyes flashing with brilliance.
At that moment, using the Nine Netherworlds Manual, its powerful assistance made him feel he had utterly grasped the runic mysteries of Gold Chaos.
He roared, his voice echoing in the room like a giant bell.
