As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

After sensing for a while, he smacked his lips.

”Not weak at all.”

”The vitality may not be a furnace, but itʼs indeed at the Grandmaster level, and the Divinity is at the Middle Realm of Divine Foundation... I used my own Divinity and vitality to paint him, so his cultivation is not far off from mine?”

Li Che snapped his fingers, and instantly the ink-colored Third Prince exploded in the air, turning into countless black ink droplets that then evaporated into mist and vanished without a trace.

Li Che continued to experiment. This time he took out all the Divinity from the seven Divine Foundations, merged them with vitality, and turned them into Vitality Divine Ink.

”Letʼs go for a self-portrait.”

Li Cheʼs eyes flickered with anticipation.

The paper suspended in the air as the seven-colored Divine Ink was splattered.

The colored ink diffused, appearing like gleaming rainbows, the paper trembled, and then upon the canvas, a slightly detailed brushwork-styled Li Che appeared.

The Li Che in the painting smiled, stepped forward, and instantly left the confines of the paper, coming to life.

Li Che inexplicably felt a connection with the ”Fairy in the Painting” Li Che before him.

After expending more than half of his vitality as a Furnace Grandmaster and most of the Divinity from the seven Divine Foundations...

The Li Che from the painting possessed about seventy percent of the real Li Cheʼs strength.

Li Che willed the painted Li Che to strike out at him.

The two engaged in combat in the courtyard.

Li Che severed his control over the painted Li Che, who was then able to fight autonomously and, moreover, according to Li Cheʼs combat habits.

Even Hidden Weapons such as Thousand Spider Threads and Bodhi Blood Tears were available and could be executed.

Because Li Che happened to include them while he was painting.

”Bang—”

Li Che snapped his fingers.

The painted Li Che instantly turned into a rainbow-colored thick mist, exploding.

Li Cheʼs eyes pulsated subtly, flashing with an unusual light.

Because memories surged into his mind, those were his own memories of battling himself.

And...

The vitality and Divinity expended for painting, all returned to him.