As Wang Xiu's final brushstroke fell, the scroll in midair began to radiate a hazy light. A profound and mystical conception emanated from it, as if transitioning from a state of imperfection to one of absolute completion.
A clone stepped out from within Wang Xiu.
Wang Xiu looked at him and said, "I must trouble you, fellow Daoist!"
The clone replied calmly, "I am willing to resolve this worry for you."
With that, the clone stretched out his hands. The light from the scroll grew brighter and brighter before being gathered into his palms.
BOOM!
A grand and majestic aura appeared between heaven and earth. This aura emanated from the small courtyard and shot up into the sky, shaking the Celestial Court. Clouds and mist from tens of thousands of miles around converged from all directions, shrouding Little Cold Mountain.
