Jiang Xun was just a delivery rider who owed three months' rent until the blank ancient painting left by his grandfather suddenly activated and dragged him into a white world with nothing.
The panel told him: Here you can draw mountains, rivers, life, and even a civilization.
But the problem is that creation requires source energy, and his source of source energy is a bit outrageous.
While others cultivate spiritual energy, he relies on infuriating people to break their defenses.
While others are retreating to enlightenment, he can complain about his colleagues at the takeout station and get credit for it.
While others started with a divine weapon and beast, he started with a sprouted potato and used it as the base of the world.
Mountains, rivers, vegetation, painting spirits, and Zerg civilization are all born bit by bit in the paintings.
Until the first batch of painters opened their mouths, the first words they spoke were not worship, but disgust: "God, your paintings are so ugly."
Jiang Xun looked at the surge in energy and smiled.
Very good, from today on, I will officially rely on being scolded to support the world.
But when the civilization in the painting began to unravel, the mystery came to the door, and nine original paintings appeared one after another, Jiang Xun discovered that what his grandfather left behind was not a relic, but a ticket to a war of the Creator.
