Apotheosis

"Hurry up!" the Primeval Lord of Heaven urged Zen. "What are you thinking about there?"

Zen merely stood on the spot and the Primeval Lord of Heaven saw it fit to get him moving.

There was no way to distinguish the corpses of the three Other Shore creatures from each other given that they were all covered with black ink.

Hearing what the Primeval Lord of Heaven had said, Zen quickly mobilized and began to wildly run towards the opposite direction.

Moving like a crab in the Eternal Scroll Painting made it extremely difficult for him to run but he was surprisingly fast since it was currently a life-and-death crisis.

After killing the three Other Shore creatures, the Worm Tapir turned its attention to Zen who was trying to escape with his life. It straightened its body and only left four, black dots on the Eternal Scroll Painting. These dots were the projection of its four legs.

Suddenly, the black dots disappeared! This was when the Worm Tapir jumped into the air and lunged forward.

What it actually did was move to a higher space in order to get closer to its prey.

Zen witnessed it disappear every now and then but every time he caught sight of it, it seemed to get closer and closer.

A trace of helplessness appeared on his face. "It's so fast!" he whined and the Primeval Lord of Heaven harrumphed in reply.

"This is why I told you to leave in the beginning but no! You decided to stand there and watch it approach!"

Zen was no stranger to crisis. Ever since he carried the human race's Civilization Artifact, all he seemed to face was crisis, after crisis, after crisis. Through it all though, the Primeval Lord of Heaven was always his source of calm and clarity, however, this didn't seem to be the case for their current situation.

The reason he could be so calm back then was either because he had something up his sleeve or the trouble was so trivial that Zen would be able to deal with it by himself.

This time, however, the Primeval Lord of Heaven was at a loss. The moment Zen entered the Eternal Scroll Painting, he was already a part of it and subject to its irregularities.

It didn't help that his current form was very inconvenient. There was no way to escape from whatever crisis the Eternal Scroll Painting was going to throw at them.

The Eternal Scroll Painting could be entered but to leave it was a different story altogether.

If some people remained trapped on the first page

tte emerged from a distance. It was a member of the Violet Cloud race!

Among all Other Shore creatures, the Violet Cloud race was the fastest. Despite their agility, however, they were still no match for the Worm Tapir.

Since it was fast, the warrior of the Violet Cloud race managed to outrun the Worm Tapir but it also caught the attention of five to six more. These Worm Tapirs followed behind the poor warrior so closely that Zen was completely ignored.

The massacre continued for about ten more minutes and the crying face above soon turned into the smiling one. "Ah, many of them have been cleared away..."

It originally wanted to eliminate more than half of Other Shore creatures but a lot more perished during the disaster. If the Worm Tapirs didn't stop killing, then it was only a matter of time before all of the creatures were annihilated.

With a wave of the huge hand, all the Worm Tapirs ceased their murderous rampage.

It was only then that the Other Shore creatures could breathe a sigh of relief.

"What should we do next?" the smiling face asked. "Should we start guiding him now? Or should we get him out directly?" The crying face appeared and shook its head.

"Don't make it so obvious. Let him enter the second page first," it said.

With that, the huge hand grabbed the brush and smeared it onto the Eternal Scroll Painting. Beasts began to materialize within the painting and gathered towards Zen.

This large pack of beasts headed straight towards him was greatly unnerving but Zen soon found that they were of normal strength levels. He would be able to beat them with his abilities.