Seeing the heat blazing in Lin Yun’s eyes, Lil’ Purple waved her hand and the painting rolled shut. When the painting closed, the scenery disappeared.

Lin Yun still didn’t have enough of it and said, “It’ll be tough for me to gather a constellation of that level, right?”

“It might be hard for others, but not for you. After all, you can observe the painting any time you want.” Lil’ Purple waved her hand and the painting flew to Lin Yun. She continued, “As long as you have enough divine astral pellets, you’ll be able to form the constellation any time you want. Furthermore, you’ve cultivated the Iris Sword Sutra, so it’ll be easy for you to form the constellation.”

That simple? Although it was strange, it made sense since Lin Yun was the Iris Sword Saint’s heir. It would make no sense if he couldn’t form the constellation, especially since he had a painting to refer to. Thinking about it, a fire blazed in Lin Yun’s heart as he chuckled, “How many divine astral pellets do I need? I’m not lacking...