Divine arts are similar to spiritual power, but they do not only affect a person's soul. The strength of divine power is enough to modify the rules to a certain extent.
The woman who steps out of the painting is not merely a reflection of the colors in the painting.
She's so real.
Moreover, the dreamlike divine form, shrouded in the faint light of the divine magic, looked too perfect.
It is so perfect that it seems unreal, yet it exists nonetheless; the realm of the gods is truly beyond the comprehension of mortals.
Everyone present was stunned for a moment.
The founding artist, Divine Art, was right before their eyes; they had all become witnesses to the epic.
From the perspective of the real-life nun: Is this really her?
How could that be? How could that be? She's even prettier than her!!
The nun glanced at Kid again...
In Kidd's view, he was too excited to react in time.
Every painter, to some extent, harbors a deep-seated desire: that their paintings could be more realistic, ideally as lifelike as reality itself.
However, nowadays...
Thank you, Goddess!
After a while, Kidd heard the prayers of the priests beside him.
The priests, coming to their senses, witnessed the birth of a new divine spell, and each of them comforted the goddess in their own way.
Amidst the chanting of prayer, Kidd tentatively uttered, "You..."
He started to say something but then stopped, because he didn't know what to ask.
On the painting, the figure of a woman slowly descends, becoming more and more real with time, yet still too perfect.
That's just how things are; too much perfection is imperfection.
Finally, Kidd gave up asking questions and tried to reach out...
The woman in the painting, having overcome the confusion of the newly emerging material world, also extends her delicate hand.
Their hands touched, and a scene recorded in later epics unfolded.
The painter, the first generation of painters, the divine artist.
In Kidd's perception.
It really felt like the real sensation of skin.
At this point, Kidd finally smiled.
As Kidd laughed, the woman who stepped out of the painting smiled silently as well…
At that very moment, starting from where Kidd touched, a woman emerged from the painting and gradually blurred, as if by some kind of illusionary magic.
Kidd's smile turned into a sense of realization; he sensed in his mind that the time had come.
Is the ability still insufficient?
As a chosen one of the gods, he finally began to understand his own true abilities, and the divine power of the woman opposite him was rapidly dissipating.
Simply put, Kidd's understanding of divine magic is far too poor.
What is inherent is beyond our control.
Divine arts and magic always have some things in common.
The experienced priests around him were all unimpressed, but the nun, who had the lowest status and the weakest ability, became nervous.
At this moment, I couldn't help but speak up regardless of the occasion.
"My Lord, she... she's going to disappear."
All he received was Kidd's seemingly indifferent voice: "I know."
The nun looked at the older priests beside her and finally realized that she had broken the rules, so she quickly stopped talking.
In the end... the woman who stepped out of the painting returned to the painting with the light of divine magic.
Fortunately, thanks to her status as a chosen one of the gods, the divine power she gained as a woman allowed her to remain active in the painting for quite some time.
Kidd stared at the painting of a woman on the table in front of him, a little silly grin on his face.
Just as the pastors said, it worked! The artist's magic is truly amazing.
However, it seems inappropriate to keep this painting to oneself.
This is based on past professional conduct and is a reasonable consideration.
Kidd asked the oldest priest present, "May I give this painting to this young lady?"
The old priest was already quite pleased: "Of course, Lord Kidd. Your identity is none of my concern. Now that the new divine magic is complete, I hope Lord Kidd can delve deeper into the art of divine magic..."
Kidd listened quietly; even without the old pastor's instruction, he would naturally delve into the magic.
He picked up the painting and handed it to the bewildered pastor.
He bowed, then turned to the elderly priest to inquire about divine magic.
There are too many believers in God, and the divine power that reaches the material world is limited. Because people have different understandings of divine arts and the world, the power of divine arts varies.
In the future, there will be places where the artist's divine skills will be put to use.
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The scene from the Church of the Water God was repeated in the Church of the Goddess of Music. The difference was that the magical horse drawn by Or was more realistic, and the divine spell made a sound the first time it took shape. It also lasted longer.
The difference between the music goddess and the newly crowned water goddess is truly obvious.
The scene in the material world eventually transformed into news and arrived in the dimensional divine kingdom. The goddesses gathered together again, but no one knew what they were discussing.
Of course, news of this matter quickly reached Ron as well.
Inside the lord's manor, he looked at the contents of the documents.
Ron suddenly slammed his fist on the table and stood up.
"Ma Liang's magic paintbrush brought mythology to life. However, in this world, gods truly exist. Does that mean mythology is still just mythology?"
Without realizing it, I smiled quietly.
Vivian, standing to the side, was completely bewildered.
"Young Master Ron, what is Ma Liang's magic paintbrush?"
"this,,,,"
Every time Ron came here, he always had to find a way to explain it away. Fortunately, the little maid trusted him too much, so it was easy to fool her.
The little maid nodded her head in a very serious manner from time to time.
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