Chapter 1629 - 597: The Book Saint Wields the Brush (Part 3)

Each stroke of this person’s pen was more imposing and natural than Zhou Xuan’s folded fan. From beginning the stroke, turning the pen, to drawing silk... each detail of the character wasn’t carved, yet it showcased an utmost unique craftsmanship,

"What I see is the Book Saint wielding the brush."

Zhou Xuan deliberately slowed his writing speed, ensuring the progress of the "Book Saint wielding the brush" perceived by the Dharma Eye would be faster.

As the Book Saint wrote further, Zhou Xuan carefully observed the movements, the flow of every brushstroke, and how that "Demon Hand" of the Book Saint exerted force,

After observing meticulously, he also integrated this observation into his own "fan folding pen movement",

His airborne Sangluan Stele displayed even more of the Book Saint’s style.

Writing is like this, each character may miss by a little, but when viewed throughout, it differs by a lot, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it worlds apart,

The calligraphy family’s method lies in the minutiae,

Even though Zhou Xuan had carefully studied the Sangluan Stele many times in his previous life, he was very familiar with the posture of each character,

However... no matter how familiar, there were still some errors,

Even if the posture was exactly the same, Zhou Xuan, after all, was not the Book Saint, some minute details at the end were beyond his comprehension,

Thus, the reproduced calligraphy he created still lacked the final touch of charm,

Now with the Dharma Eye, Zhou Xuan could see the "Book Saint wielding the brush" and complete those final intricate details,

The calligraphy he then penned was the true work of the Book Saint, and the "inspiration" value contained within naturally surpassed Zhou Xuan’s own reproduction by far.

"Mourning destroys, pain penetrates the heart and liver..."

With the personal guidance of the Book Saint, Zhou Xuan’s calligraphy styling became more defined,

He himself grew more intoxicated, as if he too felt heart-wrenching pain, every stroke filled with intense sorrow and anger,

He heard his heart beating, increasingly intense, a typical manifestation of a person in anguish,

At the same time, he heard another heartbeat,

This heartbeat didn’t come from Yu Ruying, nor did it come from Zhou Xuan himself, seemingly from the heavens above,

Deep within the sky, there was someone else also captivated by Zhou Xuan’s calligraphy,

That person was also influenced by the calligraphy, feeling sorrow and anger, naturally causing a powerful heartbeat.

"Jade Capital’s demon cult!"

West Valley True Monarch was already within a yard of Zhou Xuan, scolding Zhou Xuan.

Yet Zhou Xuan, immersed in calligraphy, didn’t hear what West Valley True Monarch said, he was preoccupied with writing his calligraphy.

"Yun Ziliang fell into a bizarre space, you Zhou Xuan don’t receive blessings, still in the real space of Jing Country, let’s see how you escape the supreme divine skills of this Divine Monarch."

West Valley True Monarch immediately summoned "six Copper Coins", pointing a finger at Zhou Xuan.

The Copper Coins, like Flying Stars, rushed towards Zhou Xuan,

But these six Copper Coins did not strike Zhou Xuan’s body,

They didn’t penetrate Zhou Xuan’s body with the hardness of bronze, instead they circled around Zhou Xuan like six living things.

The flight traces of the Copper Coins continuously drew away the "time" around Zhou Xuan.

If there is no time, nothing can operate, everything will freeze,

And with the time around Zhou Xuan being drawn away, he too became static - his command over the folded fan movements became a freeze-frame photo, even his brows and eyes, expressions, became solidified,

When those six Copper Coins extracted all the time around Zhou Xuan, they instantly transformed into six blobs of ink.

These six blobs of ink, each with different hues, cinnabar red, verdigris, scarlet orange...

The ink continued to dance around Zhou Xuan, it was creating a painting,

The movement of the ink blobs dragged out long ink traces, these blobs would occasionally enlarge and shrink,

When the ink blobs enlarged, they mimicked a coarse ink brush, sweeping out a broad horizontal line with a stroke,

When the ink blobs shrank, they became a fine ink brush, lightly brushing around Zhou Xuan, merely drawing a specific texture of a leaf,

Big ink, small ink, coarse ink, fine ink, colorful ink,

As the shapes of the ink blobs shifted, like white clouds and dogs, ever-changing, an ink painting formed around Zhou Xuan,

The content of this ink painting was a pavilion at the center of a lake,

Surrounding the pavilion was all green lake water, a slight wind rose in the painting, causing layers of gentle ripples on the lake,

And the pavilion itself, ancient and elegant, within stood a figure, it was Zhou Xuan, turned into a still life painting with time extracted.

This was the Divine Skill of West Valley True Monarch - controlling space and time, turning Zhou Xuan into a painting scroll.

"Zhou Xuan has entered my painting scroll, come along with me to the Space-Time Realm."

In the past, West Valley True Monarch used this divine skill to confront enemies, sealing them into a painting, then folding up the scroll, and leaving with the scroll.

The West Valley Scroll, in the past, had unknowingly sealed and taken away countless Great Divine Power holders, today, it would again take Zhou Xuan along.

Moreover, West Valley True Monarch took Zhou Xuan within the scroll as a means to leave himself an escape route,

Zhou Xuan’s identity was not ordinary; he had the protection of the Witch God, was a descendant of the Nu God, and now was entangled with Bai Yujing ambiguously,

Therefore, West Valley True Monarch treated Zhou Xuan differently than he did Yun Ziliang,

Not long ago, he had struck Yun Ziliang with Copper Coins to decapitate Yun Ziliang,

But against Zhou Xuan, he did whatever he could to capture him alive,

If Bai Yujing, Nu God, Witch God, or any one of them came asking for Zhou Xuan from West Valley, he could make some small talk, then find any excuse to release Zhou Xuan.

He could kill Zhou Xuan, but not the powers behind Zhou Xuan,

This was West Valley True Monarch’s cunning plan, yet this time, his plan didn’t pan out,

When Zhou Xuan became static, the movements of his brush halted, the calligraphy in progress was abruptly interrupted,

The calligraphy’s artistry was undoubtedly precious, but to those who truly understand calligraphy, the act of creating a work is even more artistic,

Observing the calligrapher’s strokes like dragons, roaming freely on the rice paper was a marvelous feeling.

Zhou Xuan’s static state shattered the enjoyment of someone deep within the Heavenly Dome.

Immediately, rolling thunder erupted from the heavens,

Bai Yujing pressed closer towards Lotus Mountain,

And from Zhou Xuan’s "Will Heavenly Book" emerged a woman,

This woman, with a graceful figure filled with immortality, surrounded by colorful ribbons...