The Great Supreme Lord Xuan Huang sat quietly atop the mountain.
In front of her, a painting easel was erected.
The Great Supreme Lord Xuan Huang was slowly recording the beautiful scenery before her with ink and brush.
For one who could capture the entirety of the Xuanhuang World with a mere thought, this act seemed meaningless.
Yet, Li Fan could see that the Great Supreme Lord seemed to enjoy herself.
Every stroke was executed with utmost care. Occasionally dissatisfied, she would furrow her brow and conceal the ink to repaint.
A fresh wind gently swept across the mountain, and time slowly passed by.
Just as the Great Supreme Lord Xuan Huang was about to complete her painting, her eyes filled with visible delight and satisfaction.
In the painting, across the mountains and fields, countless corpses inexplicably appeared.
A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, reeking with malevolent energy.
A blood moon rose in the sky.
