When the divine light surged in Zhou Yuan’s eyes, he shook his palm, and the Heavenly Yuan Brush appeared in his hand. With a slight flick of the snowy white tip, it outlined the air in front of him at lightning speed.

Where the tip of the brush past, mysterious Genesis marks formed.

These Genesis marks intertwined, and they linked or combined together. In the blink of an eye, thousands of changes occurred.

Countless traces of Genesis marks gathered gradually, as though forming a mysterious painting in front of Zhou Yuan. At this moment he was like a painter, constantly repairing flaws to create a complete drawing.

Zhou Yuan’s eyes were extremely focused. The Heavenly Yuan Brush in his hand brought up blurred images...