Heat radiated outward, rising exponentially, making the hairs on everyone's arms stand on end.
The canvas itself seemed to shimmer and warp, the simple stick chicken trembling as if infused with some unimaginable force.
Then, before their very eyes, the impossible happened.
What had seemed like a crude, childish doodle suddenly erupted with unimaginable energy.
The stick chicken glowed with chaotic, primordial essence, surging with raw power, twisting and writhing as though the very air around it trembled in fear and awe.
The simple, laughable lines of the drawing… two stick legs, a round body, two dots for eyes were no longer mere marks on canvas.
They had become the seed of creation itself, a living projection of Lin Feng's mastery and intent, infused with a depth and force that no ordinary cultivator could hope to comprehend, let alone replicate.
The spectators froze. Hearts thumped violently, breaths caught in their throats, and eyes widened to their limits.
