Just a faint wisp of breath spread, and the blue-faced evil ghost trembled all over, shaking with fear, the great terror of its origin being erased. This wisp of breath seemed to be a rejection from the Heavenly Dao. Heavenly Dao suppresses all evil spirits.

At the same time, a burning, severe pain spread throughout the blue-faced evil ghost’s body. It lowered its head to look, and saw that at some unknown time, its hands, feet, and body seemed to be burned by molten fire, gradually perishing. And its form also gradually became smaller, gradually revealing its original form, reverting to that blue-faced, fanged little ghost.

“Must escape, otherwise I’ll die!” The blue-faced little ghost was scared to death, screaming sharply, struggling with all its might, wanting to escape from Ink painting’s sea of consciousness.

Ink painting naturally wouldn’t let it escape. His eyes lit up, he seized the opportunity to use the Passing Water Step, taking three steps as two, arriving in front of the blue-faced little ghost in an instant, and grabbing hold of it. Before, the blue-faced little ghost’s aura was powerful, and Ink painting couldn’t approach. But now it had been exploded by Ink painting’s Earth Fire Array, and then burned by the Dao Stele’s aura, its original form completely exposed, and the remaining divine thought was much weaker. Ink painting easily subdued it.

The blue-faced little ghost was still struggling, screaming sharply, “Let go of me! Let go of me!”

Ink painting didn’t let go, instead asking back, “Exactly what are you?”

The blue-faced little ghost didn’t answer, instead its expression was ferocious, and it threatened, “Quickly let go of me… otherwise one day, I’ll eat you!”

Ink painting’s gaze turned stern, his small face became serious. Death is at its head, and it still dares to threaten me? He gripped the blue-faced little ghost’s throat and said coldly, “You’re still so arrogant, believe it or not, I’ll eat you first?”

Ink painting originally just said this as a threat, who knew that as soon as these words were out, the blue-faced little ghost suddenly showed a face of terror.

“Don’t… don’t say ‘eat’…” The blue-faced little ghost was both shocked and frightened.

But it was already too late, Ink painting had just finished speaking, and the Dao Stele emitted an even more majestic aura, directly burning the blue-faced little ghost into a shadow. The blue-faced little ghost’s shadow roared, twisted, struggled, and shrieked, but it was utterly useless, being crushed and refined by the Dao Stele’s aura, quickly refined into several strands of green qi. After that, these several strands of green qi directly drilled into Ink painting’s mouth, being swallowed by Ink painting into his abdomen.

In an instant, the blue-faced little ghost was just “eaten” by Ink painting.

Ink painting was stunned. He had just casually said it, how did he really just “eat” this little ghost? He didn’t really want to eat it… Ink painting thought of the little ghost’s ferocious blue-faced, fanged appearance, and couldn’t help but mutter, “Won’t eat a bad stomach… no, eat a bad brain, right?”

Before the words fell, Ink painting’s expression changed. He felt like a kaleidoscope blooming in his mind, adding many pictures.

In the deep mountains, a young Daoist boy followed the Daoist practicing immortal cultivation. The Daoist looked at a strange book, and the young Daoist boy also followed suit. As they looked, their smiles gradually became strange, and then both wanted to eat people. The Daoist boy and the Daoist colluded, deceiving passing cultivators, and began to eat people. As they ate, the two lost their human form. One turned into a red-faced, fanged evil ghost, and the other turned into a blue-faced, fanged little ghost. Later, a white-clothed sword cultivator came treading on clouds, and with a single sword strike, chopped the Daoist turned red-faced evil ghost. The Daoist boy turned blue-faced little ghost, however, escaped this calamity, fled into the painting, and was sealed in the Daoist temple.

Later, many cultivators obtained this painting. Those with shallow vision, not recognizing the true face, said it was a Daoist boy sitting under a high person. Those with profound divine sense, seeing through its true face, said it was an evil wicked beast. And those who were unaware would visualize this painting and borrow its divine sense. But if you borrow, you must repay. It would gradually eat away at these people’s divine sense. Until an elder of a sect sealed it, and it didn’t see the light of day, hungry for a long time.

Later, a disciple of a sect stole it out again. This sect disciple had a young face and eyes full of ambition. Exactly the third boss of the Black Mountain Stronghold…

All kinds of pictures and experiences layered upon layer, filling Ink painting’s mind. Ink painting’s thoughts were chaotic, and he had no time to carefully distinguish them. In an instant, an impulse surged to his heart again. He wanted to eat people!

Ink painting’s heart was shocked. At the same time, killing intent, greed, evil thoughts, and many other evil thoughts appeared one after another. Ink painting frowned tightly, and suddenly realized in his heart. He had “eaten” the blue-faced little ghost, so his mind was also filled with these evil thoughts. If this went on for a long time, evil thoughts would necessarily deepen, and perhaps he really would eat people.

Ink painting endured the pain, quickly sat cross-legged in front of the Dao Stele, used the meditation technique that Mister Zhuang had taught him, carefully concentrated his mind, and discarded distracting thoughts. Evil thoughts appeared in Ink painting’s mind, then dissipated one by one. This rose and that fell, a cycle back and forth. At the same time, Ink painting remembered Mister Zhuang’s words. Follow your heart, and do not deceive yourself. Even if evil thoughts arise in your heart, do not fear, do not be afraid, do not deceive yourself, visualize yourself, clarify your thoughts, let your heart escape the cage, and roam in the boundless. Worldly thoughts are originally nothing, the heart is like a bright mirror, not stirred by dust.

Strands of green qi intertwined with evil thoughts scattered from Ink painting’s body, and were again thoroughly crushed by the Dao Stele’s aura, dissipating without a trace.

Don’t know how long passed, then Ink painting opened his eyes. The many evil thoughts that had just appeared were already thoroughly discarded, Ink painting’s heart was free of external things, and his divine thought was clear. Ink painting exhaled, just about to stand up, when suddenly in his sea of consciousness, an extremely pure divine thought surged again. This divine thought was the pure divine sense power that remained after the purification of the blue-faced little ghost’s evil thoughts. This pure divine sense filled Ink painting’s sea of consciousness. The blue-faced little ghost’s divine thought was originally stronger than Ink painting’s, and at this time, after refinement, its divine thought power was also more majestic.

Ink painting didn’t know what to do. He had never encountered this situation in cultivation classics and Mister Zhuang’s teachings. Just as Ink painting hesitated, the pure divine thoughts became more and more numerous, like a tide, suddenly pouring into Ink painting’s sea of consciousness, impacting the wall of Ink painting’s consciousness. Ink painting’s sea of consciousness was faintly in pain, and even showed signs of cracking.

“Not good!” Ink painting’s heart was greatly shocked. There were too many divine thoughts, which would burst his sea of consciousness. Ink painting endured the severe pain in his sea of consciousness, and quickly drew an array on the Dao Stele. Drawing arrays would consume a large amount of divine sense, and Ink painting wanted to use the array to consume these divine thoughts and prevent his sea of consciousness from bursting due to being filled with divine thoughts.

Ink painting used his finger as a pen, diligently copying on the Dao Stele. Various Five Elements arrays, Si Nan Zi Mu Fu arrays, one-grade molten fire Fu arrays, hidden arrays, and so on. Ink painting didn’t think, as long as he thought of it, he immediately drew it out. His speed was extremely fast, his hands danced, leaving afterimages, divine sense poured out, and one array after another layered upon layer, being drawn by Ink painting on the Dao Stele.

But no matter how fast Ink painting drew, he still couldn’t keep up with the speed of the divine thoughts’ growth. Just at this time, Ink painting thought of the Reverse Spirit Array. With his current divine sense, it was fundamentally impossible to completely draw the One-Grade Ten Patterns Reverse Spirit Array. But it also meant that drawing the Reverse Spirit Array could consume a large amount of divine sense. Ink painting began to recall the array patterns of the Reverse Spirit Array, and then tried to draw the Reverse Spirit Array on the Dao Stele.

The first time, he failed to draw it. The second time, he still failed. Ink painting didn’t care, kept drawing, kept drawing. At the same time, the speed at which he consumed divine sense finally barely balanced with the growth of divine thoughts. The divine thoughts no longer oppressed his sea of consciousness, and the pain in his sea of consciousness gradually eased. Ink painting felt a little better, then his spirit was invigorated, and he continued to consume divine thoughts, wholeheartedly practicing the Reverse Spirit Array.

Ink painting drew one after another. He drew arrays on the Dao Stele, one on top of another, layer upon layer, not knowing how many times he drew. Each time he drew, he would draw a little more, each time a little more, consuming a little more divine sense, and his divine sense also strengthened a little. Trickles gather into rivers.

Finally, Ink painting’s last stroke fell, his divine sense was exhausted, and the Reverse Spirit Array bloomed with deep light. The array patterns lit up, and the array took effect. This also meant that Ink painting completely drew the Reverse Spirit Array. It could be called a Heavenly Dao anomaly, transcending grade limits, the One-Grade Ten Patterns Reverse Spirit Array! Ink painting, by chance and coincidence, borrowed the divine thoughts in the visualization painting, and drew this array that a One-Grade array master could not have comprehended originally.