The primordial heavenly emperor was dead, his soul scattered to the four corners and his true spirit extinguished. There was only a fragment of his will left and he was a ghost, but he was still the primordial heavenly emperor and an empyrean supreme.

However, a deep fear also budded in his mind. He was afraid of Lu Yun and the Three Brushes of Reincarnation in the young man’s hand.

The three brushes had become one! Lu Yun had attempted the feat many times before, yet always failed. They represented the past, present, and future. When they came together as one, that meant the past, present, and future were combined as one as well.

A strange emotion had taken over Lu Yun’s thoughts. All he wanted to do was to use the bronze brush in his...