132 Second Level Essence Soul

Meng Chuan first drew a black-armored youth holding a long spear. The youth’s eyes were filled with sharpness, as though there was nothing in this world that could stop him. This picture showed his youth, and he was an extremely dazzling figure of the human race in the past eight hundred years. He was still very young when he went down the mountain. He constantly fended off demons for the entirety of his 300 year lifespan. He was named King Yanshui! He permanently guarded the large city pass—Yanshui Pass.

The demons had tried their best to attack Yanshui Pass, but they failed again and again! Countless demon monarchs died under King Yanshui’s spear.

However, a tragic battle happened! The World Entrance at Yanshui Pass expanded without any warning. The demons immediately mobilized three fifth Firmament demon monarchs and a large group of fourth Firmament demon monarchs for the attack! King Yanshui fought bravely with his spear! He even killed the three fifth Firmament demon monarchs with his spear. Over 20 fourth Firmament demon monarchs died, putting a stop to the battle.

But soon, nine more Fifth firmament demon monarchs led an even larger demon army for the second wave of attacks.

King Yanshui went completely mad.

Meng Chuan continued to draw. Every time he drew a person, he would recall their story. He invested all his emotions into the drawing. Unknowingly, tears welled up in his eyes.

He carefully drew eighteen Godfiend heroes that had died in battle. All of them were drawn very carefully! Following that, he sketched other heroes. Although they were only a few strokes—and some only depicted their backs—they were all heroes to Meng Chuan. They were weaker. Most were Great Solar Godfiends or even Indestructible Godfiends when they died.

Yet, Meng Chuan drew them. As long as they were mentioned in historical records, he would infuse his emotions into the few strokes he used to depict them. All of them had a unique spirit belonging to them.

Meng Chuan didn’t stop painting this piece of art! He didn’t eat or drink. From night to day, he remained completely immersed with painting.

The 18 heroes were drawn with great detail. The other 127 heroes were all drawn in the background. It was as though they had already reached the edge of Archean Mountain. Their silhouettes were small, drawn with a few simple strokes. However, each one of them appeared alive.

Following that, Meng Chuan began drawing those who were still alive.

Peerless swordsman Xue Feng; the warm and friendly Xiao Yunyue; Qian Yu, who looked into the distance with a hint of sadness in his eyes. The dazzling Marquis Heavenstar; the gentle and refined Marquis Southcloud; the illustrious King East River. Meng Chuan had seen all of them with his own eyes. There were young Godfiends, as well as Marquis Godfiends and Regis Godfiends. All these Marquis and Regis Godfiends had contributed to the human race greatly.

He also drew the 18 living Godfiends carefully. He also drew the Godfiend disciples he had met. Meng Chuan had met nearly 200 Godfiend disciples that had left the mountain! Meng Chuan drew a hundred and twenty-seven Godfiend disciples—each drawn with a few simple strokes. Every Godfiend was very young—wearing the young faces Meng Chuan had seen when he sent them off at Blood Red Cliff.

Countless heroes fight on all fronts. Meng Chuan looked at the painting and suddenly saw a battle as his thoughts drifted. It was the battle these Godfiends were engaged in.

“I wanted to paint and didn’t want to stop,” said Meng Chuan with a smile. “But I’ve finished now.”

Liu Qiyue couldn’t help but enter the study at his words. She immediately saw the long scroll on the table. She fell into a trance upon looking at it. She recognized the Godfiends that Meng Chuan had drawn in the foreground. However, she could also recognize most of the two hundred Godfiends—that were still living—drawn. She couldn’t recognize most of the Godfiends that had died in battle. However, she could feel how real every Godfiend was.

1Liu Qiyue looked at it with tears in her eyes.

“Why are you crying?” Meng Chuan couldn’t help but come over when he saw the scene.

Now that his Essence Soul had undergone a qualitative change, he needed to verify how much his second-level Essence Soul could improve his strength.