Yan Jin, who had failed the graduate school entrance exams for fine arts twice in his previous life, transmigrated with a mind full of masterpieces from around the world.
Others stored sword intent in their sea of consciousness. His held a Creation Brush that could paint anything, along with a Spring and Autumn scroll where “cicadas sing, and the boy returns.” At nine, he painted a nude man in David, captivating every young lady in the capital. At eighteen, he painted The Scream, and the thunderclouds of the tribulation were so frightened they veered off and struck the neighboring alchemy sect. At twenty, he went even further, painting an anime-style wife onto his bonded treasure. Now its spirit dances to “Paradise” on the blade every day.
“Abstract? This is what it means to deconstruct the Great Dao!” Yan Jin dipped his brush in cinnabar and doodled cyberpunk designs on the protective array of the Hehuan Sect, then used Pythagorean compositional principles to deconstruct the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation.
When the twisted lines of Guernica tore open the Blood Sea of the Netherworld, and the vortex of The Starry Night swept away Penglai Island, the entire cultivation world finally realized that this madman, who had turned the Mona Lisa into a comic-book expression, might be the greatest bug in the Heavenly Dao.
Until the night the blood moon hung overhead, when everything he cherished was reduced to ash in the karmic flames.
So ink and wash could not save the people he cared about. Then he would turn Along the River During the Qingming Festival into a road to the underworld, and let sunflowers live forever amid flames that scorched the heavens. Yan Jin snapped the Creation Brush in half and splashed Cthulhu totems across the projections of the myriad heavens. “They say art comes from suffering, don't they? Then today, I shall paint the pain of three thousand worlds…”
This time, he would dip his brush in the blood of immortals and paint the bugs in the Three Thousand Great Daos. He would attain enlightenment through abstraction and claim a throne through the absurd!
Very beautiful, very abstract
There are too many golden fingers, the Creation Pen, the System (Spring and Autumn Scroll), the Milk Dragon, the Monkey, and the Phaseless Spiritual Root. With just this foundation, a dog can take flight. Add in the thighs (the Eldest Princess) and it is invincible.
It's quite beautiful. The writing of Queshi is very abstract, but it's also very cool.