Pei Ye's eyes slowly shifted, and he beheld the most mystical and resplendent scene of his life, truly heart-stirring and soul-shaking.
Grand mountains and lofty trees amidst clouds and rosy dawn, everything was painted not merely as embellishment — pluck out any single bird, and it would undoubtedly be a masterpiece in its own right.
Yet such a lavish brush, with myriad masterpieces piled into a mountainous vista, occupied only two sections along the lower edge of this painting.
In the center of the painting were strokes akin to those of a celestial being.
It was precisely because the majesty of Cang Mountain was so awe-inspiring, and because the mountainous edges were exquisitely realistic, that the ethereal middle exuded such a crushing force upon the heart.
It was merely the sky and the winding shadow of a flood dragon.
But it was more colossal than the neighboring grand mountains, almost as if a python was pressing down upon an anthill — yet that was not a flood dragon.
