The incarnation took no further action, watching indifferently as the others were either gravely injured or fled.
He raised his hand.
A painting scroll slowly descended onto Little Cold Mountain.
Countless fervent gazes turned toward it.
Everyone knew this was no ordinary scroll. Not only was it imbued with the perfect Dao of Painting, but it had also been baptized by the Heavenly Dao.
It could be called a supreme treasure of the Dao of Painting!
It governed the very fortune of the Dao of Painting!
In the right hands, this treasure could rival an Emperor Armament.
But soon, those gazes retracted. There was no other reason for it; the painting scroll had already settled upon Little Cold Mountain.
Who could possibly steal a treasure from the hands of the Painting Immortal?
Well... perhaps it was possible for that mysterious expert who merged with the Dao using his own body.
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