My Father Is Definitely Possessed-Chapter 304 - 180: The Arrival of Orleans Roast Chicken
The figure seemed a bit frail, dressed in common clothes, with patches on them, yet exuded a proud character.
Even from a great distance, Li Hengsheng couldn’t see this person’s face, but he could sense a certain persistence and determination from him.
Even a kind of do-or-die courage!
Li Hengsheng realized that person was the author of this painting.
Judging from his Divine Soul aura, this person was indeed a High-Level Painter, without a doubt.
Rumble!
The earth seemed to be falling; with each thunderous noise, the stones on the ground vibrated wildly, as if shaking this piece of heaven and earth.
Li Hengsheng watched this scene in shock; those myriad thunder serpents threatened to devour everything, and some lightning even crashed down near that figure.
The ground abruptly shattered into a deep pit.
The power was evident.
Li Hengsheng was greatly astounded. This painter was actually painting in such an environment, with countless thunderbolts above his head like knives hanging over him—wasn’t he courting death?
Even if he were a High-Level Painter, being struck by heavenly lightning would hardly offer any chance of survival. Being pulverized into dust was even possible.
But despite the extreme danger, that figure remained upright, his brush depicting the chaotic dance of thunder directly onto the paper.
Each stroke felt like divine intervention.
This scene left Li Hengsheng profoundly shocked as he watched from behind.
With each stroke, Li Hengsheng’s heart throbbed in rhythm, as if the brush and his heartbeat shared a sort of melody.
The passage of time posed no concern; Li Hengheng was engrossed, only aware that the myriad bolts gradually seemed to rage, angered by the mortal below defying their warnings, yet he continued to paint!
Ultimately, the lightning gathered above the firmament, transforming into a sea of thunder, pouring down instantaneously.
It was poised to engulf the entire world.
And at this moment, the painter finally completed his artwork, the whole painting instantly emanating golden light, revealing an aura of cosmic vastness.
He howled towards the sky with a shout that contained indescribable excitement!
In the next moment, his Divine Soul broke through the heavens, transcending its shackles, reaching a higher level. This time, his soul seemed purified, his entire being ethereal, as if amalgamated with this piece of heaven and earth.
"He’s transcended to a Painting Saint!"
Witnessing this scene, Li Hengsheng couldn’t help but be shocked.
This painting directly elevated the High-Level Painter into a Painting Saint?
But the moment he ascended to Painting Saint, the endless lightning completely engulfed him, the whole world plunged into daylight, the lightning dazzling Li Hengsheng’s eyes shut.
Simultaneously, the Painting Saint’s aura dissipated into the heavens and earth, leaving not a trace.
Li Hengsheng widened his eyes, not expecting a newly ascended Painting Saint, before the world knew his name, before making his mark on Cang Yuan, he fell here within this sea of thunder.
All that remained was that single painting!
Finally, Li Hengsheng understood why he felt this painting was not done by a High-Level Painter because it straddled between High-Level Painter and Painting Saint, witnessing a Painting Saint’s birth.
It is unfortunate this painting was the absolute final masterpiece of this Painting Saint’s life.
No one knew he transcended to Painting Saint; his name limited to a High-Level Painter. Suddenly, a sense of melancholy seeped into Li Hengsheng’s heart, lingering for so long; he didn’t know if it was for the Painting Saint’s demise or reminded of his father at that instant.
Simultaneously, Li Hengsheng realized, if this painting were by a Painting Saint, it wouldn’t be something you could buy for a million taels of silver—its price would be priceless.
Li Hengsheng couldn’t help but lament; an epoch-defining Painting Saint perished just like that; even as potent as a land deity can be slain. What really lies at the end of cultivation?
Yet, gazing at the endless sea of thunder, Li Hengsheng found himself feeling inspired, arcs of thunder echoing around him, each electric serpent’s roar embedding deep into his mind, leaving him thoroughly enveloped within this artwork.
The Thousand Feet Thunderbolt Map.
If Yang Tiantian and Xu Kui knew about the painting they bought yesterday, and Li Hengsheng, after watching it briefly, was absorbed, gleaning insights; they would gape in astonishment, having never come across anyone with such a profound understanding of painting.
Until dusk, Li Hengsheng finally opened his eyes from within the room, after meditatively delving into this artwork for so long!
Yet, as Li Hengsheng opened his eyes, a spark of arc flashed in his gaze, as if the Thousand Feet Thunderbolt Map embedded within his eyes!
This "Thousand Feet Thunderbolt Map" greatly benefited Li Hengsheng.
Only through a single insight, Li Hengsheng discerned the body technique martial arts he needed from it.
Thunderbolt Rush!
For Li Hengsheng, compared to the Snow Feather Zen Wind Skill or the Long Profound Eight Directions Stepping Skill, well-known within Dao Mountain Ancient Land, Thunderbolt Rush suited him more.
Perhaps this body technique would not suit others.
Because Thunderbolt Rush has a strong burst.
Its operational method shares a curious resemblance with the Overlord Immortal Spear Skill, primarily demanding on the physical body, while also challenging the body’s recovery ability, aligning perfectly with the essence of Li Hengsheng’s Sun-Moon Immortal Demon Divine Body.
