Amazing Writing

Thirty thousand years ago, the way of painting, the way of swordsmanship, and the way of alchemy were known as the three great immortal ways. Thirty thousand years later, the painting path has been reduced to a street sideshow, and painters can only make a living by painting portraits of people. Jiang Chen, the humblest painting stall vendor in Falling Star City, was born without spiritual roots and was rejected by all the sects that cultivate immortals. Until one day, when he was refinishing the pen on an ancient painting, he accidentally awakened the ancient magic pen sealed in it - the "soul-falling pen". From then on, the landscapes he painted could be transformed into real mountains and rivers, the birds in his paintings could flap their wings and fly high, and the beasts he painted could tear apart the protective aura of the golden elixir monks. "Whatever you draw, that's what you draw." The three major sects scoffed: Painting Tao? It's just a heresy. The genius of Tianjian Sect struck with one sword, and Jiang Chen returned to the sect with one stroke of ten thousand swords. The alchemy master of Danxia Valley refined the Nine Turns Golden Elixir, and Jiang Chen casually drew a pot of elixir that stunned the whole audience. The talisman saints of Lingxiao Pavilion laid out a dragnet, Jiang Chen sketched it out, and the entire formation turned into ink on paper. Everyone thought he was a once-in-a-century painting genius, but they didn't know that he was just a mortal without spiritual roots. When the truth comes to light, when the gods cast cold gazes from the sky—— The secret that Hua Dao was jointly sealed thousands of years ago, the truth about his father's disappearance, and the conspiracy behind the Soul-falling Pen that could subvert the Three Realms... Jiang Chen tightened his grip on the pen in his hand. "You can seal the way of painting, you can seal the immortals, but can you seal the Spring and Autumn Period that I wrote?"