The Ideas Born

Chapter 87

Yun Haoran looked at the painting with the calligraphy he had created. He looked exasperated and disappointed at the results; if he could turn back time, and he would never paint this again.

It was his whim to draw after he had woken from how he fainted. It was also his coping mechanism to fight the pain he was enduring; it became too much to handle when he used his technique, and that technique is one of his hardest to use.

"This is shit." He mumbled as his intent exploded, the painting followed suit as it released a chaotic intent; the deformed creation was fighting back at its creator.

It was the supposed image of a man controlling myriad ghosts, spirits, and deformed monsters.

The man can manipulate everything he has slain and devoured; the ultimate power to create the ultimate army that can wreak havoc between Heaven and Earth.