One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques. However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed...
More precisely, it was as if his hands were no longer his own.
At the beginning, when he had drawn the Holy Sword of the End and the man that represented himself on the colorful monster core, Song Shuhang had prepared to follow his other composition and paint a powerful enemy opposing him.
In the sky above the Holy Sword of the End, the many demons of the Netherworld were there to set the stage for the liquid metal ball.
However, when his painter's soul began to burn, he could no longer control himself.
Next, more and more spatial rifts appeared on the monster core, and more and more different races made their appearance.
In addition to the demons of the Netherworld, there were humans, monsters, beast cultivators, giants, divine beasts, and futuristic mechanical civilizations. All kinds of figures began to appear in the painting.
Because he was painting extremely quickly, Song Shuhang's hands looked like they started cramping.