Free Web NovelFor the past few months, Jiang Huashen had been trying to perfect a single painting.
Unfortunately, with his realm at the time, he couldn't fully create it; it was merely a superficial imitation.
But after this, Jiang Huashen finally had enough confidence to complete it.
"Be careful. My peak work isn't something so simple. I can't guarantee you'll survive to see the whole thing."
As soon as Jiang Huashen said this,
The Spirit of Memory's body flickered, and a large number of irregular energy bodies emerged from within him, eventually condensing into clear individuals in the air.
The deceased Light Chaser, King of Mimicry, and Titan were all among them.
There were even many alien creatures never seen before, all emitting powerful auras.
They were all born from the memories of the Spirit of Memory.
Even as Projections without self-awareness, they possessed formidable strength, though their upper limit did not exceed the Spirit of Memory itself.
This action also made its attitude clear.
Clearly, the Spirit of Memory was not worried about the peak work Jiang Huashen mentioned.
This scene, which looked like art students exchanging inspiration, left the spectators trembling with fear.
This Spirit of Memory was too much of a beast.
One person was an entire army.
And every single person in that army was a monster.
Who could possibly defeat it?
It was pure cheating, wasn't it?
The crowd was terrified just watching for Jiang Huashen, let alone the pressure of facing it personally.
The Spirit of Memory hadn't put on such a grand display just moments ago.
To think it would summon so many alien creatures against an Ability User who had only just been promoted to S-Class.
They even suspected that the Spirit of Memory alone could invade Blue Star. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
However, Jiang Huashen didn't seem to care at all, as if he felt no pressure.
He had already prepared his countermeasure.
At a time like this, he had to show this alien creature what Blue Star Shock really meant.
Jiang Huashen was prepared to recreate the scene from back then.
A few months ago, the landscape of Blue Star underwent a massive change, all thanks to a great powerhouse.
She changed the entire world with unparalleled power, and the new era benefits humans enjoy today cannot escape her influence.
Back then, Jiang Huashen had the honor of witnessing that sacred and shocking scene when he returned with Mu Luo.
He was certain that nothing else in the world could be more impressive than witnessing that sight.
"Nursery Rhyme"—the greatest turning point for Blue Star, and also the greatest turning point for the Solar System.
Once she reappeared, these alien creatures invading Blue Star would be nothing more than stray dogs on the side of the road.
And now, Jiang Huashen was going to recreate that scene with his Painting All Beings Superpower.
He wanted to create the "Nursery Rhyme" of his perception.
Jiang Huashen took a deep breath, appearing to enter a state of extreme creative focus.
Recalling everything from the past, countless inspirations erupted from the depths of his soul.
Without using any unnecessary common Form Techniques, an Exclusive Form Technique emerged in his mind naturally, like a sudden burst of inspiration.
This was the ultimate creation mode that ignited all his creative passion and inspiration!
"Creation Form!"
The four words, low and firm, escaped his lips like an incantation to open a forbidden door.
In an instant, the world of the Scroll underwent a drastic change!
It wasn't a pure stacking of numbers, nor was it the descent of massive Spiritual Power.
This was Jiang Huashen's selfless creation mode, accumulated over many days! ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
In this form, he would use a steady stream of inspiration to create everything he desired!
In the sky outside, those countless massive Painted Shadows collapsed instantly as if pulled by an invisible giant hand!
They returned to the form of colors, containing ever-changing power, as if they could decorate this world and leave permanent marks at any moment.
Around Jiang Huashen, countless Scrolls surrounded him.
Those were works he had created over time; if placed in the outside world, they would definitely cause a scramble among collectors and enthusiasts.
But these Scrolls were now disintegrating, and a large amount of "color" was breaking free from them.
They carried Jiang Huashen's understanding of the "world" and "all beings."
At this moment, these powers converged like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, frantically gathering toward the brush in Jiang Huashen's hand, toward his body, and toward the center of this Painting Realm!
The spectators watching this scene all widened their eyes.
This familiar reversal... could he really beat the Spirit of Memory?
Just what kind of people were in Sequence Zero?
Jiang Huashen only just reached S-Class, right?
If he could go berserk and beat the Spirit of Memory to death, it would be somewhat disrespectful to the S-Class Espers of the Countermeasure Bureau who were acting as speed bumps earlier.
However, the duel had only just begun, and the final result was still uncertain.
Maybe Jiang Huashen still wouldn't be able to beat the Spirit of Memory even after going berserk.
But even so, they were very much looking forward to a miracle happening!
The paintbrush disappeared from Jiang Huashen's hand.
Or rather, his entire being had transformed into an invisible giant brush.
He no longer needed specific movements; wherever his thoughts went, the beginning of creation followed.
All his inspiration, all his accumulation, and all the deeply ingrained, shocking memories of that moment were ignited under the catalysis of the "Creation Form"!
The green mountains and clear waters within the Scroll were illuminated by the converging torrent of colors, becoming surreal and bizarre.
Space began to distort.
Light stretched into strange bands within the tide of colors.
Right at the center of this storm's eye of energy, an outline began to condense.
Seeing this, Ye Yao suddenly had an ominous premonition.
"Wait, Jiang Huasheng! What are you doing?"
Not just Ye Yao, but even the members of the Countermeasure Bureau High Command who were in the know felt a heart-pounding premonition.
At this moment, Lou Wei, who was staring at the scene, had already guessed Jiang Huashen's intention.
"Madman."
Clearly, artists were a bunch of crazy fellows.
Inside the Scroll, the colors were sketching out details.
At first, it was just a blurry point of light, like the singularity at the beginning of the universe.
Immediately after, the point of light rapidly expanded and stretched, sketching out a... petite humanoid outline.
There were no facial features, no details, not even a clear boundary.
The outline seemed to be composed of the purest light and shadow, presenting an absolute state of "formlessness."
A deity was never meant to show itself in a mundane form.
However, within this absolutely void outline, two characteristics stubbornly manifested, like coordinates anchoring its existence:
First, was that petite, almost fragile physique.
Compared to those alien giant shadows around her that were dozens of meters tall and emitted an aura of destruction, she was as small as dust.
Yet she was also like a point of light that could crush a galaxy, arrogantly drawing in all gaze and perception.
Second, was that silver-white long hair... like a pouring galaxy, like condensed moonlight.
The long hair was not static; it moved without wind, flowing and spreading behind her.
Every strand of hair seemed to contain a brilliant galaxy, emitting a cold glow that transcended all boundaries of time and space.
This silver-white was the only concrete and most impactful proof of existence within this formless outline.
No one was there to introduce her information.
But every human watching this scene through the light screens felt the answer from the depths of their souls:
"Nursery Rhyme"!
