Chapter 1460 - The World-Ending Holy Sword (1/2)

More precisely, it was as if his hands were no longer his own.

At the beginning, when he had drawn the Holy Sword of the End and the man that represented himself on the colorful monster core, Song Shuhang had prepared to follow his other composition and paint a powerful enemy opposing him.

In the sky above the Holy Sword of the End, the many demons of the Netherworld were there to set the stage for the liquid metal ball.

However, when his painter’s soul began to burn, he could no longer control himself.

Next, more and more spatial rifts appeared on the monster core, and more and more different races made their appearance.

In addition to the demons of the Netherworld, there were humans, monsters, beast cultivators, giants, divine beasts, and futuristic mechanical civilizations. All kinds of figures began to appear in the painting.

Because he was painting extremely quickly, Song Shuhang’s hands looked like they started cramping His arms trembled, and his fingers kept moving all over the colorful monster core, unceasingly adding dots that turned into starlight.

The background on the colorful monster core, embellished by the starlight, turned into a cosmic starry sky battlefield.

At the same time, Song Shuhang noticed that the way ‘he’ was holding the Holy Sword of the End in the picture seemed to be a bit wrong.

The Holy Sword of the End in his hand was not being used against the demons of the Netherworld; instead, it was being used to fend off the humans, monsters, beast cultivators, giants, and the other races… On the colorful monster core, the place where ‘he’ and the Holy Sword of the End were positioned wasn’t the main world, but the Netherworld Realm instead. The demons of the Netherworld in the composition weren’t his enemies, but his forces.

The humans, monsters, beast cultivators, giants, divine beasts, and futuristic mechanical civilizations were his enemies.

Is this a scene of a battle between the main world and the Netherworld, but from the standpoint of the Netherworld Realm?

But why did the composition turn out this way?

Logically speaking, a Golden Core Composition was supposed to be a unique reflection of a pract.i.tioner’s life experiences and emotions. As such, how could this picture of him standing in the Netherworld Realm’s camp and going against the main world be such a reflection?

Could it be because of the (Holy Sword of the End]?

After all, the owner-in-name of this holy sword was Senior White Two, and Senior White Two was the ruler of the Netherworld. Could that be the reason why the Holy Sword of the End was in the camp of the Netherworld Realm?

Song Shuhang said, “That should be the case.”

After finis.h.i.+ng the monster core’s composition, he should look for an opportunity to contact Senior White Two to verify his speculations.

But now…

Regardless of what the reason might be, he should focus on finis.h.i.+ng the composition on his colorful monster core first.

As Song Shuhang moved his fingers, more and more races appeared on the colorful monster core, quickly occupying the empty s.p.a.ce. All kinds of powerful creatures that Song Shuhang could imagine in his mind were placed in the composition. There were even some things that only existed in his imagination that he drew there.

Song Shuhang drew faster and faster, and the more he drew, the more vivid the picture became.

Song Shuhang said, “If this painting technique could be learned in real life, even if I am unemployed, I could still get myself some food to eat as a painter.”

Of course, the painting technique for the Golden Core Composition could not be brought to reality. While drawing the Golden Core Composition, the pictures drawn by pract.i.tioners were directly extracted from their minds and then painted, so the pract.i.tioner’s proficiency in painting did not matter.

Song Shuhang thought, Right, there should be a boss or something, right? I added the big-eyed planet in the previous composition, so the one on the colorful monster core shouldn’t be any worse.

However, there weren’t that many existences in the universe that could match the big-eyed planet.

The Netherworld’s liquid metal ball would have been more than great, but he was siding with the Netherworld Realm in this painting, and it would be impossible to have the liquid metal ball become the final boss.

“No!” Suddenly, Song Shuhang discovered something

There wasn’t any more s.p.a.ce left in the colorful monster core composition.

The s.p.a.ce reserved for the final boss turned out to be very small.

What should he draw in the little s.p.a.ce that was left?

Song Shuhang froze.

At the same time, the colorful monster core composition came to a stop; it now lacked one final stroke.

“…” Song Shuhang. Just like the composition on his small golden core, it was missing one stroke.

The feeling it gave him made him extremely uncomfortable.

After the painting of the colorful monster core composition came to an end, the name of the composition appeared in Song Shuhang’s mind.

Its name was [World-Ending Holy Sword). … The World-Ending Holy Sword was a sword that could destroy worlds. When this sword was brought out, all creatures would meet their end.

This line felt just like it was a teaching of the Church of the End.

“This name has the same style as ‘Forever Impregnable Holy City’. Did these names come from randomly typing out on a keyboard?” Song Shuhang sighed.