Although the primordial heavenly emperor had perished and become a ghost, he was still an empyrean supreme and wielded that corresponding level of strength. But with Lu Yun firmly suppressing him, he felt an almost gibbering fear toward the young man.

Lu Yun walked up to the august personage and gently set the brush’s keen tip against his smooth face. The primordial heavenly emperor didn’t dare move; he held completely still as the bronze brush roved over his face.

Blood-like radiance flared from the brush’s tip and transmuted to crimson ink that dripped onto the emperor’s face. An eerie face appeared over the smooth expanse—one that laughed and cried at the same time and was horrifically resentful.

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