He saw countless images of abstract artistic images before him...

A bright moon rose above the sea.

Yin and Yang divided the dawn and dusk.

White clouds floated around aimlessly for a thousand years.

One aspired to reach the sky and pluck the bright moon...

Wait a minute!

He felt that his soul seemed to have touched some kind of mysterious domain from each artistic conception, and his soul power was growing by leaps and bounds. Every time he saw an artistic image, some energy in the artist