I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!

Lin Feng, however, was not so naive.

After reaching his current realm, intuition was not something that could be ignored.

A single thought from a cultivator of his level could influence countless universes.

A warning from his instincts was often tied to a cause that had not yet manifested.

"There is definitely something."

Lin Feng muttered inwardly.

His thoughts soon drifted to a familiar incident.

"The Ming Plot..."

He recalled the mysterious snake shaped mark that had appeared before.

Even now, he still did not fully understand its origins.

That incident had taught him an important lesson.

The multiverse he ruled was vast beyond imagination, but it was not the only one in existence.

Beyond his realm were other realms. Beyond his heavens were other heavens.

And beyond his multiverse were countless other multiverse lords who possessed power comparable to his own.

Some might even be stronger than him in power.

"Cultivators from beyond my realm..."

A thoughtful expression appeared in his eyes.

For ordinary cultivators, such a possibility would sound absurd.

For Lin Feng, it was simply reality. The higher one climbed, the larger existence became.

What appeared to be the peak from below often turned out to be merely another step on an endless staircase.

The fact that he could not find the source of his unease only strengthened his suspicions.

Whoever or whatever had caused it was likely operating beyond the limits of his current perception.

Still, there was no fear in his heart. Only curiosity.

After all, Lin Feng had never been the type to shrink away from the unknown.

Instead, he welcomed it.

Without mysteries to unravel and new heights to pursue, cultivation itself would lose much of its meaning.

"I suppose it’s about time."

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"I should start exploring beyond my own multiverse."

The thought had crossed his mind many times before, but he had always postponed it due to various matters.

Now, however, the feeling in his heart was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

Perhaps the time had finally come.

"Or at the very least, I should meet some of these other multiverse rulers."

His gaze seemed to pierce through countless layers of reality as he looked toward a distant and unknown horizon.

Somewhere beyond his dominion, powerful beings undoubtedly existed.

Whether they would become allies, enemies, or merely passing acquaintances remained to be seen.

For now, Lin Feng simply stored the matter away in his mind.

There would be time to investigate later.

As for the present, there were still many things that required his attention.

Yet deep within his heart, he knew that sooner or later, he would step beyond the boundaries of his own multiverse and witness the greater cosmos that lay beyond.

And when that day arrived, the secrets hidden behind his current foreboding feeling would finally reveal themselves.

***

The Dao of Painting was vast, profound, and filled with endless mysteries.

At its lowest levels, practitioners could merely create lifelike paintings that captured the essence of their subjects.

However, as one’s comprehension deepened, the possibilities became increasingly unbelievable.

Powerful painting cultivators could infuse their creations with spiritual energy, causing painted beasts to roar, painted flowers to bloom, and painted landscapes to radiate the aura of real mountains and rivers.

Those who reached even greater heights could paint living creatures that possessed independent thoughts and actions.

A single brushstroke could summon armies, create oceans, or manifest celestial phenomena capable of shaking the heavens and earth.

As for the true legends of the Dao of Painting, they existed only in ancient records and myths.

It was said that the greatest masters could paint entire worlds into existence.

Within a seemingly ordinary scroll, countless mountains, rivers, kingdoms, and living beings could exist.

Some paintings contained complete ecosystems, while others housed miniature worlds that could sustain life for millions of years.

Such experts were revered as near-divine existences.

Of course, those legendary figures had long since disappeared from the sight of ordinary cultivators.

Most had already lived for millions of years and had reached unimaginable realms of power.

They had withdrawn from worldly affairs, closing themselves away from the outside world to pursue even grander paths of cultivation.

Compared to such beings, the participants gathered today were merely taking their first steps upon the endless road of the Dao of Painting.

Nevertheless, that did not diminish the excitement of the competition.

One after another, the contestants displayed their skills.

Brushes danced across canvases with incredible speed and precision.

Some painted soaring eagles whose fierce gazes seemed capable of piercing through the heavens.

Others painted majestic mountains that radiated an ancient and imposing aura.

Some focused on delicate flowers and landscapes, capturing every detail with astonishing accuracy.

As their brushes moved, faint Dao hymns echoed through the surroundings.

The more talented participants unconsciously resonated with the laws they comprehended, causing strange phenomena to appear around them.

Golden light shimmered. Spiritual energy gathered.

Illusory images emerged and vanished. The spectators watched with rapt attention.

Many ordinary cultivators rarely had the opportunity to witness so many painting geniuses displaying their abilities at once.

Every brushstroke carried valuable insights that could inspire future enlightenment.

Occasionally, cheers and exclamations of admiration erupted from the crowd.

"That mountain painting is incredible!"

"Look at the details on that dragon!"

"What profound artistic conception!"

The atmosphere grew increasingly lively. Naturally, not all participants were equal.

Among the crowd, certain individuals stood out far above the rest.

Their paintings possessed a depth and beauty that immediately distinguished them from ordinary competitors.

One such person attracted attention wherever she went.

She was an extraordinarily beautiful woman dressed in simple robes that fluttered gently in the breeze.

Her delicate fingers moved gracefully across the canvas.

Each brushstroke appeared effortless, yet every line contained remarkable precision and artistic intent.

The painting before her gradually took shape, revealing a breathtaking landscape bathed in moonlight.

Misty mountains stretched into the distance while a silver river wound through the valleys like a celestial ribbon.