——Boom boom.

The dark golden crystal, accompanied by the incessant heartbeat and a surge of will, began to slowly spread from the depths of the ink-colored torrent.

The manner of it seemed as if the dark golden crystal and will were attempting to dissect and devour it from the most minute points.

The ink-colored torrent appeared to sense danger.

In an instant, another great force transmitted from the pen, and more ink entered the Sea of Spirit, spreading from the water—that was the Ink Dragon summoning more power to try and expel the dark golden hue from itself.

However…

These dark golden crystals seemed incredibly tenacious, difficult to expel. Instead, by consuming the ink flow, they shone ever brighter.

Roar—

The insights and knowledge carried by the Ink Dragon.

Its framework, its flesh, its consciousness.

In the roar that seemed angry yet bewildered, they were rapidly absorbed, analyzed, dissected, and then transformed into a gentle ink intention.

In a flash.

On the crystal-clear inner walls of the Sea of Spirit, the ink began to gather, suddenly engraving some strokes and lines.

—That was the Natural Spirit Pattern.

The Spirit Master accepts miracles and inheritance, and something forms.

It represents the Spirit Master's self-realization and understanding of nature and others, also the key for many to achieve the Seed of Intent or even True Intent.

And at this moment…

It became the key to dismantling this Ink Dragon.

Simultaneously, the Holy Secret Text·Column that observes weaknesses and structures was fully activated.

The first Spirit Pattern rapidly formed.

Like an extremely sharp brush tip, yet also like blood and flesh-supporting bone.

Then came the second one.

As if all colors mixed together, a colorful ink whirlpool.

The third and fourth forms were most peculiar, blurry, yet with an indescribable vitality.

And the Ink Dragon in the Sea of Spirit started to blur bit by bit in its struggle.

At this moment.

In the study, the woman's hand holding the pen paused imperceptibly.

At this moment, the time within the painting was pushed by Li Jiatu for three days and nights.

During these three days and nights, the youth in the painting hadn't moved an inch, still with eyes closed, merging wholly with the tranquility of this painted landscape.

However, at some unknown time, a dark golden brilliance had already emerged around him, spreading throughout the pavilion, and his left hand holding the slightly trembling bamboo brush was encrusted with crystal, as if being sealed and suppressed.

—He was wrestling with the inheritance within the pen.

Li Jiatu's eyes couldn't hide the mirth.

"Interesting, truly interesting."

He looked at Lin Guang's figure in the painting and murmured softly, "Instead of choosing passively to endure and accept, he forcibly dissects and comprehends the complete painting enlightenment as a 'miracle' with his domineering True Intent." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"[Bone Shaping], [Coloring], [Spirit Injection], [Transformation]."

"In such a short period, he forcibly extracted the core of this inheritance and crafted it into his own Natural Spirit Pattern… Furthermore, each one is Four-Star."

"Only a freak like him, who knows how he was raised, could withstand it."

"And yet, this kid still isn't satisfied."

Even for him, a look of amazement appeared.

Even for most Six-star True Masters, what Lin Guang has achieved is likely the limit.

For heaven's sake, Lin Guang is only Three-Star.

With True Intent amounts comparable to a Seven-Star, under such a rough single inheritance infusion, inevitably many insights would have to be discarded, left to dissipate into the world.

What they could do, likely just leveraging their higher tier, larger Sea of Spirit capacity, trying to increase the tier of the crafted Natural Spirit Pattern slightly.

—After all, within the painted world, with the woman's abilities, retrieving her insights is effortlessly easy, not considered wasteful.

But Lin Guang, this kid, seemingly refuses to take even this small loss, unwilling to be shortchanged.

At this moment, his actions are actually…

Instinctively relying on the Otherworldly Calamity and True Intent to re-[seal] this pen, stopping the air from continuing to leak?

What's he doing?

Planning to continue digesting when able to absorb more later?

What a character!

...

In the swiftly passing time within the painting.

The sun and moon continue to rotate.

In a blink, it reached the moment when the third night and fourth dawn alternated.

And just as the first ray of sunlight touched his cheek, Lin Guang's eyes, tightly shut for three days, finally opened.

Deep within the youth's black pupils, dark golden flames of True Intent were fiercely burning.

These three days and nights had already been smelted, tempered, and devoured into his own essence.

Facing the sunlight, he picked up the dry wolf-bristle bamboo pen, as if tamed, with not a hint of temper.

All the Source Stone crystals in the pavilion converged into flowing light at the pen tip, then he sharply flicked his wrist at the blank xuan paper before him.

Using the heart as ink, the pen dances like galloping dragons and snakes!

In just a few strokes, so swift they were almost imperceptible,

An ink Divine Dragon with complete charm, seemingly about to burst from the paper, appeared on the scroll—that was the Divine Dragon galloping through his Sea of Spirit!

Yet mysteriously, within this ink color, some ink green was added.

And when he put the final stroke, marking the eyes of the Divine Dragon—

"Roar!!!"

A dragon's roar suddenly echoed throughout the valley.

On the painting, the ink-colored Great Xia Divine Dragon, its eyes truly lit with profound black light!