Chapter 1460 The World-Ending Holy Sword

More precisely, it was as if his hands were no longer his own.

At the beginning, when he had drawn the Holy Sword of the End and the man that represented himself on the colorful monster core, Song Shuhang had prepared to follow his other composition and paint a powerful enemy opposing him.

In the sky above the Holy Sword of the End, the many demons of the Netherworld were there to set the stage for the liquid metal ball.

However, when his painter’s soul began to burn, he could no longer control himself.

Next, more and more spatial rifts appeared on the monster core, and more and more different races made their appearance.

In addition to the demons of the Netherworld, there were humans, monsters, beast cultivators, giants, divine beasts, and futuristic mechanical civilizations. All kinds of figures began to appear in the painting.

Because he was painting extremely quickly, Song Shuhang’s hands looked like they started cramping His arms trembled, and his fingers kept moving all over the colorful monster core, unceasingly adding dots that turned into starlight.

The background on the colorful monster core, embellished by the starlight, turned into a cosmic starry sky battlefield.

At the same time, Song Shuhang noticed that the way ‘he’ was holding the Holy Sword of the End in the picture seemed to be a bit wrong.

The Holy Sword of the End in his hand was not being used against the demons of the Netherworld; instead, it was being used to fend off the humans, monsters, beast cultivators, giants, and the other races… On the colorful monster core, the place where ‘he’ and the Holy Sword of the End were positioned wasn’t the main world, but the Netherworld Realm instead. The demons of the Netherworld in the composition weren’t his enemies, but his forces.

The humans, monsters, beast cultivators, giants, divine beasts, and futuristic mechanical civilizations were his enemies.

Is this a scene of a battle between the main world and the Netherworld, but from the standpoint of the Netherworld Realm?

But why did the composition turn out this way?

Logically speaking, a Golden Core Composition was supposed to be a unique reflection of a pract.i.tioner’s life experiences and emotions. As such, how could this picture of him standing in the Netherworld Realm’s camp and going against the main world be such a reflection?

Could it be because of the (Holy Sword of the End]?

After all, the owner-in-name of this holy sword was Senior White Two, and Senior White Two was the ruler of the Netherworld. Could that be the reason why the Holy Sword of the End was in the camp of the Netherworld Realm?

Song Shuhang said, “That should be the case.”

After finis.h.i.+ng the monster core’s composition, he should look for an opportunity to contact Senior White Two to verify his speculations.

But now…

Regardless of what the reason might be, he should focus on finis.h.i.+ng the composition on his colorful monster core first.

As Song Shuhang moved his fingers, more and more races appeared on the colorful monster core, quickly occupying the empty s.p.a.ce. All kinds of powerful creatures that Song Shuhang could imagine in his mind were placed in the composition. There were even some things that only existed in his imagination that he drew there.

Song Shuhang drew faster and faster, and the more he drew, the more vivid the picture became.

Song Shuhang said, “If this painting technique could be learned in real life, even if I am unemployed, I could still get myself some food to eat as a painter.”

Of course, the painting technique for the Golden Core Composition could not be brought to reality. While drawing the Golden Core Composition, the pictures drawn by pract.i.tioners were directly extracted from their minds and then painted, so the pract.i.tioner’s proficiency in painting did not matter.

Song Shuhang thought, Right, there should be a boss or something, right? I added the big-eyed planet in the previous composition, so the one on the colorful monster core shouldn’t be any worse.

However, there weren’t that many existences in the universe that could match the big-eyed planet.

The Netherworld’s liquid metal ball would have been more than great, but he was siding with the Netherworld Realm in this painting, and it would be impossible to have the liquid metal ball become the final boss.

“No!” Suddenly, Song Shuhang discovered something

There wasn’t any more s.p.a.ce left in the colorful monster core composition.

The s.p.a.ce reserved for the final boss turned out to be very small.

What should he draw in the little s.p.a.ce that was left?

Song Shuhang froze.

At the same time, the colorful monster core composition came to a stop; it now lacked one final stroke.

“…” Song Shuhang. Just like the composition on his small golden core, it was missing one stroke.

The feeling it gave him made him extremely uncomfortable.

After the painting of the colorful monster core composition came to an end, the name of the composition appeared in Song Shuhang’s mind.

Its name was [World-Ending Holy Sword). … The World-Ending Holy Sword was a sword that could destroy worlds. When this sword was brought out, all creatures would meet their end.

This line felt just like it was a teaching of the Church of the End.

“This name has the same style as ‘Forever Impregnable Holy City’. Did these names come from randomly typing out on a keyboard?” Song Shuhang sighed.

As he said that, a violent sense of exhaustion overcame him, and the spiritual energy in his body was depleted. The process of creating his Golden Core Composition had consumed both his spiritual and mental energy.

However, his state now was a lot better than when he had drawn the Golden Core Composition on his small golden core. After all, he was currently a three-core pract.i.tioner, and had a huge energy reserve.

Anyway, he was not completely drained like before.

After the process ended, similar to the small golden core, the colorful monster core began to shrink in size, and became more rounded.

However, its color did not change, and it remained colorful.

Back then, the little golden core had evolved into a Purple Golden Core, and was now only waiting for the final stroke to turn into a l.u.s.trous Golden Core. After that, he would be able to transcend the heavenly tribulation and head to the Sixth Stage True Monarch Realm.

Song Shuhang thought, Could it be that the colorful monster core will only change after the finis.h.i.+ng touch is added?

For the final stroke of the ‘Forever Impregnable Holy City’, Song Shuhang still hadn’t gotten enlightened as to where it should be. Was the missing stroke on the big-eyed planet? Was it in the holy city? Was it in the explosions in the sky? Was it in the flame? Which corner of the Golden Core Composition was it even at?

However, he knew what was missing in the ‘World-Ending Holy Sword’. What was missing was the final boss that he wanted to be in the composition.

It was on a small piece of blank s.p.a.ce.

When the opportunity came, he would have to draw his desired boss in one stroke.

Which was quite difficult as even drawing a stickman would require several strokes…

But he couldn’t possibly just have the boss be a horizontal line, could he?

After he was done with the monster core composition, Song Shuhang’s consciousness returned to the Immortal Feast.

When he returned to his senses, he found that all the seniors at the table were staring at him.

Young Master Phoenix Slayer curiously asked, “Shuhang… Were you drawing your Golden Core Composition just now?”

Waves of ‘golden core energy’ had been coming from Song Shuhang just now. The energy waves came to be during the process in which a golden core turned into a Purple Golden Core through the Golden Core Composition.

“I wasn’t drawing the Golden Core Composition just now. In fact, I haven’t even begun on the Golden Core Composition for my life-found whale core. I’ve only ascended to the Fifth Stage not too long ago, how could I progress so quickly?” Song Shuhang said to comfort them.

Too many things had already occurred during this Immortal Feast… so he should do his best to let everybody eat happily.

He shouldn’t let them know about such heart-rending things today.

He could save it for later if the opportunity arose.

Moreover, he wasn’t lying, either-the composition he was doing just now was for a monster core, and not a golden core.

Senior Yellow Mountain calmly said, “That’s true. Little friend Shuhang’s life-bound golden core is still a ‘Solid Golden Core’.”

Young Master Phoenix Slayer asked, “Then, what were those fluctuations coming from your body just now?” Song Shuhang smiled slightly and winked at Senior Phoenix Slayer. “That is a secret-“

“…” Young Master Phoenix Slayer..

Song Shuhang continued to comfort him. “Senior Phoenix Slayer, don’t worry. Even if my realm catches up with yours, the CPU usages that you owe me can be transferred to my disciples.”

“p.i.s.s off.” Young Master Phoenix Slayer gnashed his teeth. “Phoenix Slayer, next month, we should try to break through to the True Monarch Realm. We can’t let Shuhang look down on us.” Thrice Reckless patted Young Master Phoenix Slayer.

At this time, Dharma King Creation suddenly smiled. “Haha, my new song is finally finished. After the event is over, I’ll go and sing on the stage to end the Immortal Feast.”

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber’s body stiffened. Should I use the excuse of having gained inspiration for the ‘finis.h.i.+ng touch’ to leave? “Calculating the time, ‘Picturesque’ should have taken effect for all pract.i.tioners. How many pract.i.tioners left the venue?” Fairy Lychee calmly changed the subject.

One should never continue with the topic of ‘singing’ when Dharma King Creation was present.

Northern River’s Loose Cultivator smiled, and said, “The number of people that left this time should be a bit more than two tables. The quota should have already been hit, so it should be time for the good show that takes place at every Immortal Feast.”

Song Shuhang asked, “Good show?”

It was his first time partic.i.p.ating in an Immortal Feast, and he didn’t understand what Northern River was talking about.

Northern River’s Loose Cultivator slowly said, “At every year’s Immortal Feast, there would be pract.i.tioners that benefit from the powerful effects of the immortal dishes and get a feeling that they should close up and ascend to the next realm. This is also one of the charms of the Immortal Feast. After these pract.i.tioners leave, their places become vacant.”

Song Shuhang asked, “Is the good show that Senior Northern River mentioned related to these empty places?” Northern River’s Loose Cultivator smiled, and said, “Exactly. According to the rules set by Immortal Fairy Bie Xue, no matter how many places are left vacant, she will continue to serve the original number of dishes that she planned on serving, not a single more, and not a single less. As such, a vacant place will still have its share. The pract.i.tioners who left would be considered to have taken the initiative to give up their share of the immortal dishes. Consequently, those shares can be given to other people.”

Loli s.h.i.+ asked, “Is there no takeout?”

Fairy Lychee replied, “When it comes to the dishes of the Immortal Feast, there is no such option.”

Song Shuhang said, “How are the vacant positions’ portions given out?” Northern River’s Loose Cultivator said, “The host of the Immortal Feast for that particular year will get one-third of the seats. Another one-third of the seats will be a.s.signed through a lottery system after paying a certain sum of spirit stones to partic.i.p.ate. If you’re fortunate enough to get a seat, you can arrange for other people to get it in your stead if you want. Of course, you can also choose to have two servings for yourself. As for the remaining one-third of seats, they will be distributed through various means.”