At this moment, both monks and mortals have already been filled with despair.
News gathered from various places have shown that many lands in the secret realm of the gods have been completely submerged by the sea.
I'm afraid they won't be able to last long here.
"Elder, our last bit of spiritual stone can no longer support the formation." A disciple said with a pale face.
There is nothing more desperate than facing real death and being helpless.
At the same time, Lu Yu's picture scroll was coming to an end.
Every time I put down the pen, it was like thunder hitting the ground, and bursts of thunder sounded out of thin air.
There were dark clouds all around, but only where Lu Yu was, a beam of light passed through countless dark clouds and hit the scroll.
"Painting the realm of Tao, the vision of heaven and earth?"
Even though Chai Longxiang has always had a calm personality, he couldn't help but exclaim when he saw this scene.
He has experienced extremely strict teachings in the palace since he was a child, and those who are qualified to teach the prince are top figures in various fields.
You need to learn alchemy, formations, talismans, etc., and you need to dabble in calligraphy.
Therefore, for Chai Longxiang, he knows very well what the realm of painting means.
The painting lecturer who was in the palace at that time was already a very important figure in painting, but according to him, he was already an octogenarian when he reached the realm of visions of heaven and earth.
If the monk had not lived a long life, he would not have been able to paint a painting like Sailing with Pen and Ink.
"I originally thought he was going to refill the ink of the painting, but it seems that he changed his mind temporarily and actually wanted to paint it again!" Chai Longxiang was shocked.
It is not difficult to continue the ink. As long as you have a certain foundation in painting, you can just follow the pen and ink of the predecessors.
But if you want to draw another one, it will require a very high level of painting skills, and even the mental strength of the person who paints will be very high.
Suddenly, Lu Yu's writing paused for a few minutes.
Lu Yu's painting speed was originally very fast, but suddenly he stopped, and everyone's heart sank.
Could it be that something happened?
Chai Longxiang's eyes narrowed. He had done several paintings on a daily basis, so he naturally knew how difficult it was to forcefully create a painting that could present the image.
Although Lu Yu has shown quite a lot of talent now, painting requires long-term practice and accumulation.
As for Lu Yu, at such a young age, his own strength cannot be underestimated. If he still has such a high talent in painting, it would be a bit unreasonable.
"That's all, we can try again. This pen-and-ink boat can still hold on for a while, and we still have enough time." A disciple expressed relief.
After all, it is too difficult to achieve success overnight.
Chai Longxiang did not jump to conclusions. He stared at the brush in Lu Yu's hand. When he noticed that the tip of the brush was emitting a little starlight, a look of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
Others didn't know, but Chai Longxiang had witnessed his master painting with his own eyes, so he naturally knew this scene.
When it was finally time to put down the pen and present the picture, the brush also bloomed with such brilliance.
Under everyone's gaze, Lu Yu slowly started writing, and finally clicked on the top of the cabin.
The giant ship painted by Lu Yu has a lifelike dragon head carved on the bow, roaring up to the sky, and majestic.
Although the dragon head was drawn, everyone saw that there was something strange about it.