The battle below continued, and Li Hao was quietly observing. The youth named Jing Feng had already ended his fight earlier, achieving victory in the seventh battle, winning ten consecutive matches, and thus directly advanced to the top one hundred.
In the tenth battle, he encountered a formidable opponent and had to reveal three Extreme Realm powers to win, which caused a shock among the crowd.
These three Extreme Realms included the first three Extreme Realms, Divine Power, Heaven and Earth Vein, and Heaven and Earth Law Manifestation.
Especially the Heaven and Earth Law Manifestation, it meant that the object of his Soul Continuation was not a Saint but was using Heaven and Earth for Soul Continuation, a standard for becoming a Saint.
Having such Extreme Realm meant having the potential for becoming a Saint.
Li Hao also found out later that without the Heaven and Earth Law Manifestation, even if one received Incense Fire, one could only carry two sticks of incense. In that case, becoming a Saint with two sticks of incense would bind one to the Saint Realm First Realm for life, unable to advance to higher realms, making one the weakest among Saints.
After all, without the capacity to encompass Heaven and Earth, how could one encompass all beings?
Li Hao observed for several two-hour periods. In the beginning, he could record different swordsmanship and movement techniques from various disciples in the arenas, and occasionally other cultivation techniques, but such instances gradually decreased as the techniques began to overlap.
Despite this, Li Hao reaped great benefits, feeling extremely satisfied.
As he could no longer record any more swordsmanship, Li Hao picked up his brush and began to paint again.
This time, he depicted the entire scene of the ten arenas, including the multitude of outer sect disciples below.
However, since there were too many outer sect disciples, Li Hao could not finely detail each one; his main focus was on the inner sect disciples clashing in the ten arenas.
For this painting, Li Hao had prepared in advance, taking out a massive scroll that was tens of meters long.
Simply using regular drawing paper would hardly capture the magnificent scene before him.
Seeing Li Hao’s actions, Shi Huajin and others beside him were amazed, and when they saw Li Hao’s meticulous brush strokes, they were somewhat shocked, recognizing that Li Hao’s artistic skill was indeed extremely exquisite, far beyond a mere hobby but instead showing profound mastery.
This time, Li Hao drew even more slowly, fully concentrated, meticulously outlining the details.
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Gradually, a vast and magnificent painting of the ten arenas in battle began to take shape on the paper, slowly extending, as the figures of the inner sect disciples became lifelike.
From afar, Yao Ancestor noticed the huge scroll that Li Hao had taken out and sent her Divine Thought to probe, quite surprised by the discovery.
She soon understood Li Hao’s intention, a hint of comprehension appearing in her eyes, and a slight smile on her lips.
Such an extraordinary scene, if captured in painting, was indeed worth commemorating.
But being Martial Artists on a regular basis, who would have such a mindset and leisure to delve into it?
“This Qingfeng Pill Master is painting the ten arena battle scene, it looks very grand and imposing. Once he finishes, how about we purchase it and keep it as a decoration in the Sword Tower, so that the disciples who come later to the Sword Tower to choose Cultivation Techniques will know the exact look of the Sword God War,” proposed Yao Ancestor suddenly.
Beside her, one of the Semi-Saints, Mountain Ancestor, a burly middle-aged man, slightly raised his brows, his Divine Thought probing, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He thought for a moment and said, “Indeed, this artistic skill is truly remarkable, not merely basic brush control and resemblance; it has a unique charm, something I cannot replicate.”
Although he had previously warned Li Hao, it was mainly because he disliked being spied upon, yet he appreciated Li Hao’s artistic skill greatly.
For Martial Artists, reaching higher realms meant more precise control over their bodies, mastering brush strokes and detailed depiction was not difficult for them.
But what was difficult was capturing this kind of charm, indescribable and ineffable; they could see it, but couldn’t understand how it was achieved, seemingly beyond mere replication to achieve “likeness.”
The elder glanced over but did not speak, his gaze returning to the arena.
Seeing no opposition, Yao Ancestor smiled slightly. The Sword Tower was a place where all disciples within the Holy Land had to go to select Cultivation Techniques. When the time comes, signing the painting would make the person’s name known forever.
In her view, whether ordinary people or nobles, everyone strove their whole life to leave their name in history.
And her proposal was to help Li Hao achieve that, to leave his name forever.
As long as the Sword Ancestor Holy Land stood, his name would be eternally known.
After a long, long time,
as the first battle on the stage below reached its climax, Li Hao’s astonishing painting was finally completed.
The ten arenas stood tall, Saint Mountain loomed majestic, numerous Inner Sect Heavenly Pride Disciples gathered, each with a different demeanor, painted in meticulous detail; the Outer Sect disciples also formed a sea of people, with the faces of many of the disciples in the painting vaguely visible.
Weapons clashing on those arenas, the Sword Qi, including the Sword Momentum they displayed, were all captured by Li Hao, as if narrating an exhilarating battle epic.
It was an era of Heavenly Pride, countless brilliant lights shone with their most dazzling brilliance.
Lin Shanhai and others eventually lost interest in placing bets, all following Li Hao’s brushstrokes, watching the scroll which showcased a spirit more thrilling than watching the battles below directly, giving a stirring feeling that made their blood boil.
As he finished his strokes, the painting was complete.
Li Hao saw the pop-up notification.
Artistic Path Experience +762892
Seven hundred and sixty thousand!
A single painting, Li Hao had spent nearly an entire day on it, from shortly after the battle began to its end.
This painting also achieved a tremendous increase in experience, surpassing any of Li Hao’s previous works!
Li Hao put away his brush, feeling a strong sense of fatigue; this painting had drained him, requiring him to observe each person in detail, fully investing his heart and soul, tantamount to an intense, satisfying practice session.
However, upon seeing the huge experience notification, Li Hao felt as if all his tiredness had been swept away.
With the prior experience, his Artistic Path Experience was now nearly a million!
This scroll covered many Inner Sect disciples, but Li Hao knew, due to limited space, not all Inner Sect disciples were depicted.
Otherwise, if he were to paint every disciple of the Sword Ancestor Holy Land one by one, the experience would be far more than a mere million, at least ten million!
After all, just the Outer Sect had a million disciples, and every person would provide at least ten points of experience, making it over ten million!
And these Outer Sect disciples were mostly in the Three Immortal Realms; it was impossible to get only ten points of experience each.
Li Hao leaned back in his chair, took a breather, then smiled, indeed, this time the gains were substantial.
Afterwards, just a bit more painting would fill up his Artistic Path Experience.
But what he needed to comprehend next was the Art of Drawing itself!
If he could grasp the Artistic Path, he could break through his bottleneck, elevate his Artistic Path to the Ninth Stage, and by obtaining the Heart of Dao Entrance, elevate his swordsmanship to the Ninth Stage as well!
Li Hao, looking at the scroll in front of him, the grand and surging battles depicted on it also resonated deeply in his heart, aside from gaining drawing experience, his understanding of painting deepened.
As Li Hao’s painting came to an end, so did the initial battle.
The Outer Sect disciples below excitedly discussed today’s rankings, and those well-known Inner Sect disciples became the subjects of their discussions.
Li Hao wasn’t interested in these, waiting for the ink on the painting to dry, then rolled it up and put it away.
“Are you available, come over here.”
At this moment, Yao Ancestor suddenly spoke to him.
Li Hao, hearing the message, was slightly startled, looked over at the other, and saw the guiding gaze.
Li Hao felt somewhat surprised, but after contemplating, he stood up and said to Lin Shanhai, “Lin, Yao Ancestor is looking for me, I’ll go over.”
“Huh?”
Lin Shanhai and other alchemists were stunned upon hearing this.