The five fingers grasp the engraving knife, Qi-blood surges, extremely terrifying, yet concealed within the turmoil of power, the flashing blade light seemingly pours like the flowing spring rain, the blade enters the wood, following the line of the grain, tearing open the rings, a twist, a silky spin, scattering flakes of sawdust!
Li Che stood quietly, his dark hair flying, the surrounding space impacted by his Qi-blood and divinity, like hidden surging waves.
Yet the wood placed on the stand remained intact, unaffected.
The blade rises, the blade falls, the blade moves, the blade slides, as smoothly as a master of national painting on thin rice paper, the wolf brush swinging, splashing ink landscapes!
Buzzing...
Time ticked away.
The surrounding people gradually felt oppressiveness, as more and more divinity gathered.
The Half-Saint Divine Sculpture, the divinity it carried, was described as vast, enough to inspire even Divine Fetus Practitioners!
