Chapter 1847: The First Source Realm

Time meant nothing in cultivation. In what felt like a mere instant, seven thousand years had passed. In the vast realm of cultivation, Owen Su was wielding a brush, creating art on a vast canvas stretched out before him. The scene he depicted was of the multitudes of beings he had witnessed during his travels through the tribulations of time. The art of painting was a way to refine his heart, and Owen had steadfastly practiced it over the years. His skill in this art had reached a remarkable...