Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 601-Chapter 700)

A sliver of delight appeared on Mo Yu’s face. “Northmoon, I’ve put up with you for so long, so do you finally understand my power? I’ll take you back to the Ink sea right now and hand you over to the dragon king.”

Si Bao said in surprise on the pavilion, “Mo Yu actually possesses such an exotic treasure for sealing and suppression! From its quality, it should be an arcane treasure at the very least!”

Gu Yanying sighed. “But can he really suppress him? This is Mo Yu’s lifebound item. If he didn’t use this painting scroll, then it would be just like what you said. He could still escape. However, if the painting scroll is destroyed, he’ll definitely be heavily injured!”

“His lifebound item? Why would his lifebound item be a painting scroll!?” Si Bao was stunned.

Lifebound items normally referred to a certain part of a daemon that had been refined and cultivated, like Sha Bie’s shell. It was closely connected to the life of the owner, and it possessed extremely great power. However, what kind of daemon had a painting as a lifebound item?

“Don’t tell me…”

Si Bao thought of the only possibility. The daemons in this world came in all different shapes and sizes. Who knew how many types there were exactly. Not all daemons were birds or beasts. Sometimes, when a rock or a well gained intelligence, they could also turn into daemons.

“Yeah, his original form is actually a painting, a crow inside a painting.” Gu Yanying nodded. Having reached this point, she no longer needed to keep this secret for him.

“That means… the Dragon King of Ink Sea… No wonder…”

Si Bao suddenly understood many secrets, such as why Mo Yu had “mo” or “ink” as a surname and why the dragon king’s son would be a crow.

Gu Yanying said slowly, “The Ink sea was not named after the dragon king. Legend has it that the Ink sea was once extremely clear, but an immortal dwelled by the seaside and liked to paint and write calligraphy, frequently washing his brushes in the sea. As time went on, the seawater blackened and became the colour of ink.”

Si Bao had heard of this legend too, except there had always been many of these folklores. Most of them were exaggerated and strange, not worth her attention. Only when she heard it right now did she become surprised. “Don’t tell me the legend is true!”

“Who knows? Look, the time to determine victory has arrived.”

On the snow-white paper, Li Qingshan, who had been sealed in the painting, suddenly swiveled his eyes, meeting Mo Yu’s.





Chapter 699: Victory Already Determined Both Inside the Painting and Out | Legend of the Great Sage




The moment he was sucked into the painting, Li Qingshan saw a white world. He was unable to separate the sky from the ground, and it seemed boundless, yet also as cramped as a prison. He knew he had been trapped in the painting.

He frowned subconsciously, having discovered that he was immobilised. He could not even make the simplest of actions. But to his joy, he could still mobilise daemon qi and use innate abilities. He immediately unleashed the powers of the Tremors of the Ox Demon in an attempt to rip up the painting from inside out.

Black ink marks emanated away from him on the paper. They were shaped like cracks, but they rapidly dispersed.

In the world within the painting, his ability with the great destructive power had been reduced to a non-threatening animation. The way which the world operated, even the way he existed, had been changed from its very core, introducing new laws.

It went without saying that even if he used the flames of the phoenix, he would not be able to burn the painting. At most, he would produce a burning bundle of flame-shaped ink.

Is this the so-called second dimension? This doesn’t feel particularly great! Trapped in a difficult situation, Li Qingshan did not panic. Instead, he found a strange sense of novelty about it all, amazed by this wondrous move.

Mo Yu gazed at Northmoon in the painting with utter delight. Nothing was more satisfying than watching his enemy being reduced to a tiny painting. He looked into the west at Gu Yanying who stood in the pavilion.

Yanying, do you see this? I’ve won this battle! You may be the cleverest woman I’ve ever seen, but even you can’t anticipate everything.

Northmoon was far too fast. Mo Yu had no confidence in being able to suck him into the painting. He had bided his time for so long before grasping the opportunity and establishing his victory in a single stroke.

Li Qingshan observed the white world quietly and gradually noticed that it was not pure-white, but slightly yellowed, like an ancient painting that had stood the test of time.

Bah, doesn’t that go without saying? This has always been a painting!

He cursed inside. Suddenly, he realised that a few white figures existed in the white world. Compared to the yellowing environment in the surroundings, they were clearly much whiter. He could vaguely make them out as a bird perching on bamboo.

Don’t tell me these used to be in the painting? Bird, bamboo… Li Qingshan suddenly recalled the black bamboo flute that Mo Yu played. Don’t tell me this bird is a crow? The one trapped in the painting before was Mo Yu. No, he wasn’t trapped. He has always been a painting! I see! I see!

It’s no wonder that he can withstand my attacks time and time again. Logically speaking, with my current strength and the lethal power of the Tremors of the Ox Demon, any Daemon Commander who receives my attacks directly will be crushed to a pulp, yet he’s able to remain perfectly fine. Instead of saying his original form is a crow, I’d be better off saying he’s a cluster of ink. He’s never had flesh, blood, bones, a brain, or a heart in the first place, so he has no so-called vital points. Even if his body is shaken to pieces, he can reassemble!

Li Qingshan thought of this important point, but it did not seem to be of much help to his current situation. Now was not the time for him to think about the contents of the painting. Instead, he was supposed to find a way to break out. He had to make himself move first.

If it were the second dimension, then so be it. He had to be a moving picture at the very least!

However, when he tried to unleash his limitless strength to move his body, he felt an omnipresent force pinning him down on the spot. He could not even twitch his muscles.

The only thing worth rejoicing over was Mo Yu saying he would take him back to the Ink sea and hand him over to the dragon king. As it seemed, the painting could only suppress, and it was impossible to attack the suppressed target from outside the painting.

That went without saying, or the painting scroll would be a little too overwhelmingly powerful. All Mo Yu would have to do was teleport behind the enemy and suck them in. If he could do that, couldn’t he even butcher Daemon Kings as he pleased?

Little did he know that Mo Yu was currently hesitating as well. As his lifebound item, he could obviously enter the painting and launch attacks, but the strength that Northmoon demonstrated earlier left him shaken.

Li Qingshan would never wait obediently for others to handle him. He silently mobilised the power of the spirit turtle and began analysing the painting scroll.

In the painting, he produced ripples that vanished at the edge of the paper. He gradually came to a sliver of understanding. The restraint did not come from the scroll, but himself. He had yet to “adjust” to life as a person in a painting. This adjustment was not about becoming accustomed to it. Instead, it was about an understanding of laws.

Hmm? What’s this?

“Give up. All of your struggles are in vain. Today is the day you die.”