A dragon shadow with a substantial ink-like presence suddenly broke free from the xuan paper, its eyes deep and majestic, with an unparalleled aura, soaring into the sky!
In an instant, it seemed as if infinite power from the world within the painting was being absorbed, merging into the xuan paper.
It's as if the world's rules were aiding the existence in the painting to obtain form.
The dragon shadow coiled around the pavilion, flying around once, then like a black lightning, shot towards the magnificent sunrise, eventually disappearing into the horizon.
In the painting, after Lin Guang drew the dragon, he seemed to have some insight, though perhaps his Spiritual Power was overly depleted, he once again closed his eyes and entered meditation.
Even when he stopped painting and resumed meditating, the wolf brush still clutched firmly in his hand, not giving it even a moment's chance to escape.
