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Li Ye still smiled obediently, "Thank you, Senior Sister."

Actually, he felt a bit speechless inside.

He didn't expect that he could be this compliant. He originally thought that coming here, he would directly have a fight with the other party, but unexpectedly, he suddenly started acting.

And, honestly, it felt kind of satisfying.

At this moment.

The cultivator named Wen, or rather,

Wen Qingfu had already mixed Li Ye's blood into the ink.

He began to paint with great strokes.

He clearly felt confident, every brushstroke without pause.

With a few strokes, a figure emitting endless light appeared on the nineteenth layer of Hell, the place where Celestial Beings bear burdens.

Lu Sui was still beside Li Ye explaining:

"Actually, this Dharma method has a hint of imitating the vow of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, where the vow is to not become a Buddha until hell is empty; he resides in hell to establish order."

"We hope that one day Hell will indeed be empty, with Celestial Beings transforming the filth and foulness within hell, so ultimately those entering hell are the Celestial Beings."

As she spoke, her face displayed a look of longing.

The Seven Great Sects diligently till the fields of the entire world, yet inevitably someone will say 'the world is like hell,' which is why she's always pondering how to end all this.

No amount of food can fulfill it.

Sometimes she really doubts; can farming really succeed?

Li Ye looked at her longing expression, actually feeling a bit of pity.

If she knew the future repercussions the Hell Path would cause, would she feel disappointed, or despair?

"Senior Sister." He suddenly spoke, his tone calm and ethereal: "But what will the Celestial Beings inside use to sustain their existence?

Vowing not to become a Buddha until hell is empty.

If hell is empty, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva can become a Buddha.

Then what about him?

What will he do?"

This question not only stunned Lu Sui but also paused Wen Qingfu's brush-strokes, his fingers even started to tremble, and the brush made of Wenxing Bamboo, which had accompanied him since entering the academy, fell with a 'bang'.

Ink instantly spread.

Landing right on the Celestial Being about to be given final expression.

Like a ominous cloud spreading out.

"…" Wen Qingfu clasped his left wrist with his right hand, the fair, steady hand shaking relentlessly.

Don't mention holding a brush, even standing was becoming difficult.

"What's wrong?" Lu Sui approached him, the Spiritual Power from the pharmacist surrounding Wen Qingfu, yet unable to heal.

To be a profound master of the Painting Path, with trembling hands.

Then it must be a problem with his own path.

"Nothing." He forced a smile at Lu Sui, gently caressing her somewhat messy hair: "You felt it too, right? That's calamity... the source of disaster."

He looked at Li Ye, his gaze solemn: "Do you know, or perhaps, are you from the future?

Please tell me, what would Celestial Beings using hell as a nest do."

After all, he was a Confucian cultivator of Divinity Transformation level.

After the brief shock, he quickly figured everything out.

It's definitely not some prophecy concocted by the shamans of Qiongguan Mountain, nor is it divination, everyone knows the heavens nowadays are unsatisfied, wanting to divine is no different from seeking death.

Hence, this cultivator must be someone who has crossed the River of Cosmic Light.

And the most critical issue is: the future cannot be changed— the River of Cosmic Light in the Tao Furnace Realm is suppressed by the Taoist technique personally passed on by a Saint, it's immutable.

Not even speakable.

The only possibility is, this cultivator... came from a tributary of the River of Cosmic Light, his own existence surprisingly just a tributary.

"It seems you've thought of something."

Li Ye no longer pretended to be obedient; he directly grabbed both of their hands.

Transmitting the agony brought by the Hell Path, the widespread cries of living beings to them, without reservation.

Even late-stage Nascent Soul about to transform into Divinity and already transformed cultivator couldn't resist such pain, with Lu Sui's tears already falling.

Blooming flowers and green grass on the ground.

"Why..."

"How could this happen..."

She murmured to herself.

While Wen Qingfu barely stood.

His hands still shaking vigorously, even bleeding.

This Hell Transformation Diagram was supposed to be his masterpiece of Taoist technique after Divinity Transformation, only by completing this diagram could he earn the title of "Saint of Painting."

Even if it was just self-amusement of an academy outside the realm, it was enough to show its significance.

"I was wrong." He sighed.

"I alone forgot that even Celestial Beings have desires."

"For his own existence, he's bound to perpetuate the force of the Hell Path, to continue maintaining the Hell Path— in such a manner, the ones suffering would still be the human world."

He truly wasn't a fool.

Before, no matter what he couldn't figure out some matters.

But now understanding it, he immediately pondered how to resolve it.

However, how to resolve it?

If there is no 'desire,' how can the ascension of hell continue?

Desires are neither entirely good nor bad.

Survival is a desire, raising children is a desire, anticipating happiness, enjoying a happy future are desires too.

In plain words.

The essence of his Hell Transformation Diagram is 'desire.'

"How can I solve this?" he bluntly asked Li Ye.

Perhaps in the future... it can be solved?

Uh?

Asking me?

Li Ye shook his head: "The only way is to cease depicting this diagram, because I also don't know exactly how to resolve it."

"Furthermore."

He showed a slightly malevolent smile:

"I've endured a period of pain because of this, frankly, I'm here for revenge, why can you two culprits remain unscathed?"

"Even if punished, do you have more suffering than those innocent mortals?"

"It's truly a case of, when gods ponder, mortals suffer!"

He unreservedly revealed his malice.

Lu Sui's eyes lost their luster.

Wen Qingfu stood over there, even the flesh on his hand was disappearing.

Yet Li Ye couldn't help but smile.

That's more like it.

Just pretend for a moment, don't seriously think I'm a good person.

"Huh."

"No, there is another way."

Wen Qingfu clutched his mouth to block the blood coming out, yet his eyes shone brightly.

He is a master painter from the Bitter Journey Academy.

What he inherits is indeed the legacy of Wu, Saint of Painting!

He picked up his dropped brush, resumed painting on the canvas with his blood— he intends to seal his soul within, to bear all desires and despair, he will—

"Let me join."

Lu Sui suddenly held his hand.

Layers of ginkgo leaves and wheat spikes emerged on her body, representing the power of Celestial Years ginkgo and compassionate pharmacist surging, she transformed herself into a strand of golden ink, dropping into the inkstone.

Wen Qingfu felt his throat itch, blood still rising, even his internal organs started to melt.

He really wanted to say, go, no need.

But his knowledge told him, it's necessary.

Without Lu Sui's power representing the compassionate pharmacist, he certainly couldn't linger in the canvas; originally he intended his soul to collapse, taking away the Celestial Being.

But now, no need.

He gently looked at Lu Sui, resumed his painting.

On top of the Celestial Being's head soon appeared a sun and moon shining together.

Quietly hanging there.

When the sun and moon were completed in a moment, Lu Sui looked at Li Ye:

"Thank you, Junior Brother."

"If it weren't for you, we nearly caused a huge disaster."

"This canvas is a gift to you."

Having said that, she still waved her hand, her face filled with hope and anticipation.

Accompanied by Wen Qingfu, completely dissipating.

Soul merging into the sun and moon of the canvas.

Without consciousness, only the radiant power of the immortal Primordial Spirit of Divinity remains.

"Plop."

The brush fell to the ground.

This Divinity Transformation level treasure broke directly, losing its spirituality.

At the same time, many paintings depicting countless cats and foxes around also began self-immolating, the spirituality of those vivid spiritual objects completely vanished.

In the midst of radiant flames.

Only Li Ye remained standing in place.

For some reason, he didn't feel avenged.

Instead, he felt a bit lost.

He looked at the canvas, barely smiling.

"Alright."

"You still won after all."