Thereafter, he sat in the courtyard, where his vital energy and Divinity merged into dense ink.
The Dao Fruit of Pure Heart trembled, and in an instant, sheet after sheet of flawless white paper transformed from the Pure Heart floated in the courtyard.
One after another, pure and spotless, these sheets seemed to vie with the snow swirling between heaven and earth.
Li Che scanned the numerous immaculate sheets of Divine Paper.
In the next moment, he flicked his finger.
Strokes of dense ink, one after another, struck the pristine white paper with high speed.
As if someone were painting with swift strokes, the rustling sound was relentless and dense.
A short while later.
Li Che stood up, stretched lazily, and then tore through the air with two fingers to retrieve his conical hat, the adorable Cute Bull Mask, and the black robe that he wrapped around himself.
His body swelled, towering like a mountain.
