Is the effect a little too good?
A scene as brilliant as fireworks, yet fleeting like fireworks as well.
The meteors quickly either flowed or dimmed, and when everything came to a halt, the starry sky was already filled with chaos and disorder.
Almost instantly, Fu Qian felt a certain indescribable danger from it.
It seems to have fulfilled the promise made earlier; as the Master of the Dream Realm, he finally developed some advanced techniques.
As he praised himself, Fu Qian could clearly feel the overwhelming pressure that the Mythical Form was bringing to his body as time went on.
The feeling was no longer of the blood bar rapidly depleting but of the fuel gauge completely losing its values.
Yet Fu Qian still did not cancel it.
The next moment, he focused his view completely on the painting in the "reality," not missing a single piece of information.
