Entering the Ninth Heaven

As the ink flowed around, the ink outline on the white canvas became clearer and clearer. The dragon's head, its body, its claws, and its tail, together with the rest of its body, started materializing.

"Did it come alive?"

"Drawing a dragon with a single stroke?"

There was no way that Fang Zhengzhi was completely unastonished. After all, something like this was mysterious and unnatural.

Most importantly, the painting on the canvas did not disappear this time unlike previously!

While Fang Zhengzhi was feeling curious about this occurrence, a loud and clear roar of a dragon was heard. It came from the ink dragon swimming on the canvas.

"Roar!" the dragon suddenly opened its eyes and glanced at Fang Zhengzhi and Chi Guyan. Its eyes were bursting with a golden radiance.

Just then, something eerie happened.

The ink dragon which was swimming on the canvas suddenly bolted out of the canvas and headed straight into the sky.