One dog.
Stood above the sky with a brush.
It looked serious on the surface, but the posture of holding the brush was ungraceful and messy. It looked kind of funny, too.
Goddess Nuwa and Yun Shu levitated beside Blackie. They watched Blackie with the brush. They looked like they were trying to figure out what Blackie wanted to do.
The cultivators of the Yunhuang World also levitated behind them. They had a bad feeling.
'Is he going to slice the Yunhuang World with a brush?
'Is this a joke?
'The Yunhuang World is unflawed. You can't slice the land unless you're greater than the force of the Yunhuang World. How will you slice it?'
The force of the world was left by the father of the Yunhuang World—the one who created the Yunhuang World. No one could break the force unless they were a Realm Cultivator, too.
'Is this dog a Realm Cultivator?'
