Chapter 133: Painting Dao Copying

Han Yu tried it simply. With his current means, to deal with these Literature Dao natural disasters, except for Vast Righteous Qi, only the Painting God Dao state could exert a certain effect.

As for the Heavenly Fire God state and the Blood God Dharma Image state, perhaps because they were in the Literature Dao Realm, they didn't have much effect on those natural disasters.

"If I only rely on Vast Righteous Qi, my Vast Righteous Qi will be almost consumed after killing all these natural disasters."

Han Yu thought in his heart. Vast Righteous Qi was relatively special, unlike Qi Refining and Body Refining which were easy to recover. The latter two, Han Yu only needed to drink a sip of wine to quickly pull up the state.

But Vast Righteous Qi needed to recover slowly. If one read books and cultivated one's character, one could speed it up a bit.

This thing could also be considered one of his trump cards. When facing the Jue Ling Zhi Di,

Therefore, he cannot recklessly use Vast Righteous Qi to exterminate these Literary Dao natural disasters; he can only use a small amount as an auxiliary.

"Since that is the case, then I shall find a way to break them one by one!"

Boom—

Han Yu's speed was very fast. He was closest to the String Sound Valley. The monsters here were all of the type skilled at creating eerie sound waves. Their true forms were also clusters of distorted ripples. Aside from sound-based spirit arts, which could cause them damage, other spirit arts could not hurt them at all.

Once attacked by their sound wave power, if an ordinary cultivator could not hold on, they would fall into madness and eventually die from bleeding from their seven orifices.

Han Yu was not skilled in the path of music theory. To deal with them, the best way was still to activate various musical instruments to break them.

It was clearly too late for him to sharpen his spear at the last minute and learn Literary Dao music theory now.

However, Han Yu still tried to perform some sound-based spirit arts, such as "Lion's Roar" or "Dragon Chant and Tiger Howl." They were indeed useful against those sound-type natural disasters, but the effect was minimal.

Those sound-type natural disasters were indeed caught off guard and killed by Han Yu's sound wave spirit arts, but the remaining ones reacted immediately and quickly changed their own states.

Their frequencies changed rapidly, and the next moment, Han Yu's sound wave spirit arts posed no threat to them at all.

Han Yu also saw the key point and could not help but feel a bit troubled.

He knew how to use these basic spirit arts, and the power he unleashed was not small, but the sound wave frequency of these spirit arts was fixed and could not be changed at all.

Those sound-type natural disasters had the characteristic of rapidly changing their own frequencies. Only by being like those Literary Dao cultivators, proficient in various musical instruments and intercepting them within different frequency ranges, could one effectively resist these natural disasters.

Han Yu looked at those Literary Dao cultivators, each beating gongs and drums, blowing flutes, and plucking strings. Under the infusion of Literary Dao power, these sound waves all possessed special effects. No matter what range those natural disasters changed their own frequencies to, there was a group of Literary Dao cultivators using suitable instruments to intercept them.

They were parrying move for move, fighting back and forth, but overall, the Literary Dao cultivators were still at a disadvantage.

After all, they could attack the natural disasters several times and the natural disasters would still survive, but if the natural disasters attacked them once, they could not bear it.

Han Yu's appearance also attracted the attention of the Literary Dao cultivators. The scene of him killing dozens of sound-type natural disasters with just a few spirit arts truly shocked them.

However, when they saw that Han Yu's attacks were no longer effective against those sound-type natural disasters, everyone felt a sense of dejection, and they quickly communicated via sound transmission.

"If this brother practiced the path of music theory, surely it would be much easier for us to deal with these natural disasters. To kill dozens of natural disasters with just sound wave spirit arts alone, such combat power is truly beyond our reach!"

"It's a pity that those natural disasters are too cunning. No matter how strong that brother is, he no longer poses a threat to them. It's better to let this brother go elsewhere and help other fellow Daoists."

Thus, the leading woman among those sound-type cultivators immediately spoke up and sent a sound transmission to Han Yu.

"Brother Dao, thank you for your help, but these sound-type natural disasters are very difficult for those not proficient in music theory. Brother Dao can go elsewhere to see if you can deal with other natural disasters. With Brother Dao's ability, you should be able to be of greater use than here!"

Han Yu nodded upon hearing this and then replied.

"I want to try again!"

Saying this, he did not hesitate and activated the Painting God Dao state.

In an instant, Han Yu's temperament changed abruptly, transforming into a man holding a painting brush and a scroll. He rotated the painting brush in his hand and slashed abruptly toward those sound-type natural disasters.

The colorful power of the Painting Dao surged and merged into the space where those natural disasters were located, actually slashing several cracks into the space itself.

Seeing this scene, all the sound-type prodigies were shocked. Casually slashing through space—this kind of ability, I fear it has already reached the Venerable Realm!

This brother's strength was actually beyond their imagination!

"When did such a prodigy appear in the Painting Dao lineage? It is truly too terrifying!"

Among the sound-type prodigies, the leading woman showed surprise. Seeing the strength Han Yu displayed, even the jade flute she was blowing trembled slightly, and the pitch was off by several notes.

The sound-type natural disaster she was suppressing seized the opportunity and suddenly launched a counterattack. Various invisible yet tangible sound waves came, directly shaking the woman's internal organs until they were torn.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, she managed to find the rhythm again and dissipated most of those sound wave powers; otherwise, she might have been seriously injured by this blow.

Nangong Qingyu immediately collected her mind and played the jade flute in her hand. A peculiar divine power flowed through her body; she was a God-favored one, and her cultivation had already broken through to the Emperor Realm.

Therefore, she could suppress hundreds of sound-type natural disasters with her own strength, reducing a lot of pressure for others.

While playing the jade flute, she observed Han Yu's movements.

Han Yu used the power of the Painting Dao to test it out and discovered that the power of the Painting Dao, which could even affect space, actually had little effect on the sound-type monsters.

It seems that all living things in this world still follow the principle of mutual generation and restraint, where one thing subdues another. No matter how strong the Painting Dao is, if one does not find the right method, it is difficult to exert its effect.

The strongest power of the Painting Dao is, of course, not direct combat, but copying and replicating!

"I wonder if it is possible to copy some natural disaster monsters to deal with the natural disasters?"

Han Yu's heart stirred, and he tried to copy those sound-type natural disasters. The painting brush danced rapidly, and soon he drew the appearance of the sound-type natural disasters, but he only captured their form and not their spirit.

It is not so simple for a Painting Dao expert to copy other existences to fight for them. He immediately channeled the power of the Painting Dao, trying to analyze those sound-type natural disasters.

But he could not even touch the sound-type natural disasters, let alone analyze them.

"Since this doesn't work, I can try another method!"

Han Yu narrowed his eyes and immediately began to wield his brush and splash ink, painting a band from his past life in the air. They were wearing modern clothing and holding electric guitars, drum kits, and other instruments. This was a niche band Han Yu had seen in his past life. Their music was very manic, even a bit "underworld-like," not conforming to mainstream aesthetics, and only suitable for the "oxen and horses" (workers) who were too tired from work to go crazy and release the pressure in their hearts.

However, Han Yu felt that if used to fight in this world, the power should be quite significant.

He tried to control this band to play their "underworld" music. In an instant, the few began to play. Sure enough, it was that same manic flavor; if you didn't like it, it sounded a bit harsh to the ears.

The lead singer was dressed in colorful clothes, had his face smeared with white powder, and even had two spots of rouge; he didn't look like a person from the world of the living, and his singing was even more like a ghost wailing, just like calling souls or mourning.

However, just as Han Yu expected, under the drive of the Painting Dao power, the "underworld" music indeed had extraordinary power. The stimulated sound wave power even turned the virtual into reality, condensing into ugly and ferocious ghosts that wailed as they rushed toward those sound-type natural disasters.

Under the pouncing and biting of those ferocious ghosts, the sound-type natural disasters, which were originally difficult to touch, let out miserable shrieks and were torn into thousands of fragments.

Seeing this scene, those prodigies proficient in the path of music theory were all stunned.

"What the hell kind of music style is this? It sounds like ghost wailing; it doesn't look like music from the human world, right?"

"But I have to say, this power is quite great. Those sound-type natural disasters actually couldn't hold on for long."

"This Painting Dao senior must have experienced some pain to be able to copy them. After all, these people look strange, and their music is not something normal people can accept."

"Ah? Why do I feel like this senior is actually quite enjoying it?"

After witnessing Han Yu's Painting Dao power, these Literary Dao cultivators did not dare to address him as an equal.

In the cultivation world, the capable come first. For someone whose strength far exceeds theirs, one must call them "Senior" so as not to appear presumptuous.

It was just that what they didn't understand was that this senior's taste in music was a bit special.

Listening to the past-life songs performed by the band, Han Yu was indeed a bit dazed, thinking of the days when he was an "ox and horse" in his past life.

After being exhausted all day, only by listening to this kind of "underworld" music could he find the feeling of being alive.

For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a bit dazed. Compared to his past life, his life in this world was much more exciting.

After some reflection, he showed a relieved smile. "The past cannot be corrected, but the future can still be pursued." Things of the past were already in the past; he only needed to be carefree and at ease in the future.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of a possibility: since he could copy this band, could he also copy other figures from his past life?

Han Yu tried it and found that he could only copy things he remembered deeply and understood relatively clearly.

What surprised him a bit was that he actually painted the mobile phones and computers from his past life. After opening them, he found that they contained various out-of-print small movies he had treasured in his past life.

He had a profound understanding of the Painting Dao again. This copying was less like imitation and replication and more like a special power that traversed time and space, borrowing a shadow of things that already existed.

This kind of power was truly too interesting!

Since that was the case, it was not difficult to understand why this "underworld" band could suppress those sound-type natural disasters.

The past-life poems he transcribed all had extraordinary effects here; it was not strange that the music of his past life had similar power.

While Han Yu was thinking, under the ghost-wailing attack of the "underworld" band, all the sound-type natural disasters were suppressed.

And those Literary Dao cultivators proficient in music theory took the opportunity to counterattack, and together with the "underworld" band, they killed all the sound-type natural disasters one after another.

Seeing this scene, all the prodigies were very excited.

Nangong Qingyu wanted to thank Han Yu for his help, but found that at some point, the other's figure had already disappeared from her field of vision, as if he had never been there.

"Who exactly is this senior? His Painting Dao power is actually terrifying to this extent!"

"Just a casually copied painting can kill natural disasters, and looking at his appearance, it seems he was just doing it casually. Is this really a trial-taker who entered the Wangjing Battlefield in the same batch as us?"