I've invaded the mythical world of the old
I, Li Yan.
In the eyes of ordinary people, I am a blockbuster painter.
In the eyes of the extraordinary who have been invaded by abominations, I am the Allah who can save them, the mysterious "painter"
hidden under many curtains. In the eyes of the recovering old masters, I am the messenger of the ancient gods who prevent them from invading the world.
Some people call me the only fire that exists in the gray mist, and some call me a fighter who dares to fight against the gods.
But in my own opinion, I'm just a painter who needs inspiration, who needs inspiration everywhere.
As for what was the first to come into contact with the mystery of the whispering, the title of the strongest person to break through the genetic shackles of the fourth stage?
These are just accidents.