True Ancestor World.
The Grey Mist Sea's phantoms of myriad generations appeared simultaneously, layered upon layers, vast and boundless.
Capable of collapsing the heavens.
At that moment, they were only there to repress the images on the Pale Scroll.
Yet the Painting Venerable picked up the brush.
A pair of eyes, formed in an instant.
These eyes clearly carried a tranquility that could pierce through myriad generations, an aloofness detached from worldly affairs, and a smile as warm as a gentle spring breeze.
The eyes were painted.
These eyes, as if lightly glancing at all heavens.
In a flash.
Boom!
Suddenly, it was as if some indescribable force was flowing out from the eyes in the painting.
The sky was in turmoil, the nine heavens collapsing, mountains and rivers shattered, and the sea of mist destroyed utterly.
A series of terrifying worlds of Grey Mist Sea, each containing the power of ancient times, capable of collapsing the heavens.
