Chapter 311 - Drawing “Lightning”
Chapter 311 Drawing “Lightning”
Although everyone was astonished, looking at Meng Chuan’s stance, drawing table, stool, paper, brush, and palette, it was obvious he was planning on painting.
Cultivation time in the World Gap is precious. Why isn’t Senior Brother Meng seizing the opportunity to cultivate? Why is he painting in the World Gap? Yan Chitong was puzzled.
To let his hair loose so easily, it’s no wonder his skill level is the lowest of the three Marquis Godfiends. King Calm Sea looked down on people who didn’t cherish time the most. He cherished time very much. Apart from diverting his attention to guard the city pass, he spent most of his time cultivating. When he saw Meng Chuan wasting so much time in the World Gap, he naturally felt disdain.
King True Martial was also somewhat astonished. King Calm Sea and I were only ordered to protect the three of them for a year. A year later, King Calm Sea and I will spend more time searching for treasures. In this one year… he’s actually spending time painting? I don’t understand this Junior Brother Meng of mine.
Meng Chuan was good at painting. He could seek answers from his inner self when he was painting. Few people in Archean Mountain knew about this. Though Archean Mountain Lord—who had fought Meng Chuan head-on
-knew that Meng Chuan had a fourth-level Essence Soul, he didn’t know that Meng Chuan had relied on his painting skills to seek answers from his inner self.
They didn’t agree with Meng Chuan’s actions. From the Godfiends’ point of view, the cultivation opportunity of viewing the birth of a world was extremely precious. To paint instead of cultivating? He was too indulgent.
However, nobody lectured Meng Chuan when they saw him painting. After all, they were fellow disciples. Meng Chuan also had the strength of a top Regis Godfiend. He wasn’t a child, so there was no need for them to lecture him.
As Meng Chuan sat on the stool, the World Gap trembled. Meng Chuan had mixed his paint and was about to move his brush when he looked up at the purple lightning hesitantly.
The purple lightning was domineering and dazzling. Electric snakes spread out like branches of a massive tree as they tore through the darkness, bringing with it the beginning of a world.
How should I paint this? Meng Chuan held the brush in his hand and hesitated. The lightning in the River of Time and Space is too vast. It’s thousands of times more shocking than the ordinary lightning in the human world. It’s impossible to paint it out completely with just a brush.
Meng Chuan’s talent in painting was much higher than his talent with saber arts. He had long surpassed the level where one’s paintings had superficialities. When he was young, Meng Chuan had already condensed his Essence Soul by painting People Resonance. With his painting skills, he would naturally direct his efforts on purple lightning’s essence if he wanted to paint it.
The essence of lightning…
I’m a Marquis Godfiend. The River of Spacetime is nothing but darkness in my eyes. The purple lightning I see might only be a part of its true form. Meng Chuan knew his limitations well. Even then, the portion I can see is already extremely vast. I have no choice but to split it up if I want to paint it. Meng Chuan naturally had his solutions to the problem, being the master artist he was. I’ll divide the purple lightning’s essence into several paintings. Each painting will focus on one aspect of the purple lightning.
The first painting shall focus on the lightning’s destructive powers. Meng Chuan raised his head and carefully observed the purple lightning that lit up the endless darkness.
He viewed the lightning very differently from when he previously practiced his saber art. This time, he observed the lightning purely from an artistic angle. He mainly observed the lightning’s destructive powers.
The lightning’s destructive powers have to be drawn from different angles… Meng Chuan shook his head gently. The more he looked at the purple lightning, the more beautiful it appeared. However, it was truly difficult to paint it. Meng Chuan struggled with it.
Meng Chuan finally began painting. The first painting contained purple lightning snakes. Meng Chuan was very careful as he drew them. The purple lightning snakes were connected to each other, merging together as their power constantly accumulated.
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Meng Chuan was completely immersed in the first painting. He drew 3,000 detailed lightning snakes. The purple lightning snakes formed a huge lightning tree. It took him a day and a half to finish this painting.
The first painting is completed. Meng Chuan wrote the name of the painting on the upper-right corner of the scroll—Endless Form of Destruction.
Despite being awake for a day and a half, Meng Chuan still felt spirited. His Essence Soul emitted a spiritual glow. Painting the lightning snakes had clearly caused his Essence Soul to transform slightly. Meng Chuan didn’t mind it. It was very difficult to attain a fifth-level Essence Soul.
My Endless Form of Destruction has exhausted all my painting skills. Meng Chuan looked up. The purple lightning snakes gathered endlessly, forming a terrifying might that left one alarmed. Meng Chuan had reached his painting skills’ limit.
Meng Chuan put away the first scroll and placed a new scroll on the table. He then began the second painting.
A bolt of lightning began to appear on the scroll. Lightning struck! It pierced through the layers of darkness! This painting was a scene of a bolt of lightning piercing through the endless darkness. However, Meng Chuan’s brush strokes were very thin. The lightning bolt was like a spear that pierced through the layers of darkness. Every time it pierced through a layer, the lightning bolt would dissipate. The lightning’s powers would then gather before smiting the next layer of darkness.
The second painting took Meng Chuan nearly a day to finish. Meng Chuan wrote the name on the upper-left corner-Perfect Harmonization Form of Destruction.
Meng Chuan painted without rest. In fact, King True Martial, Sea King Calm Sea, Xue Feng, and Yan Chitong didn’t sleep or rest either. At their level, eating, drinking, and sleeping wasn’t important. They could sate their thirst by absorbing water from the world.
Days passed.
Meng Chuan completed one painting after another. Each painting was completely different. The emotions in each painting were different. They either made one feel hope, despair, or a sense of fear…
Nirvana Form of Life… Selfless Form of the Void… The Nine Heavenly Forms of the Void… Wave Splitting Forms of Lightning…
Each painting depicted the purple lightning in different ways.
Yes, it should be elegant and unrestrained.
Half a month later, Meng Chuan continued to paint happily. Lightning bolts slithered around the scroll like dragons and snakes. When the last stroke was finished, Meng Chuan felt delighted. This was the last of his 15 paintings. It was also the most complicated painting; it took him six days to complete.
Beautiful. Meng Chuan praised his own painting and wrote the name on the upper-right corner of the scroll-Roving Dragon Form of Lightning!
Fifteen paintings in 23 days. Meng Chuan looked at the last painting in front of him. Thousands of lightning snakes could be seen on it. Each lightning bolt had their own trajectory. They were unrestrained and free, but they also seemed to be one. The Roving Dragon looked beautiful. Compared to the real purple lightning, this painting resembled the swimming and slithering of thousands of dragons and snakes.
However, this was just one aspect of the purple lightning
Human strength is limited at times.
Meng Chuan looked up at the scene of a forming world. I can only draw a maximum of 15 paintings from watching the purple lightning. I’ve painted everything I know about it.
Fifteen paintings—Fifteen Lightning Forms.
Whoosh.
Meng Chuan stayed seated on the stool and waved his hand. Fifteen paintings appeared in midair, floating around him.
Following that, he flipped his hand and took out a flask of alcohol. Meng Chuan drank and looked at the 15 paintings in delight. The more he looked at them, the more satisfied he was.