They Were Fighting Life and Death, and I Was Done Painting.

Lin Mo, a painter in his previous life, had a spirit in his paintings. When he opened his eyes, he was transformed into a bad old man who was about to expire in the world of immortality. He was still in the period of refining his energy at the age of 100. While lying on the bed waiting to die, Lin Mo was possessed by a demon - before he died, he wanted to paint one last painting. The tip of the pen strokes and the lines emerge. A life-enhancing pill fell with a bang. Lin Mo chewed the pill and sat up: "This is wonderful!" Since then, other monks have sacrificed their lives for the sake of the Dao. Fighting for spiritual veins, magic weapons, and elixirs, the fight turned into darkness. Lin Mo silently took out his paintbrush. If you fight life and death, I will finish the painting.