Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

”Where is this place?”

Xu Wendong awoke to find his surroundings shrouded in darkness. This space was immensely vast, black as ink, boundless, as if he were in the abyss of the universe.

Xu Wendong squinted, cautiously surveying the area.

His heart pounded violently in his chest, each beat sounding like a war drum.

Soon, a golden light appeared like dawn, slowly emerging.

The light gradually gathered, slowly forming a colossal human figure.

This figure was grand and mighty, standing proudly, overlooking everything in the Netherworld.

On him surged a particularly thick aura, powerful and mysterious, as if containing endless strength.

Just a glimpse made Xu Wendong feel like a mountain was pressing down on him, not daring to breathe, his legs trembling slightly.

”Is this the Painting Saint?”

Xu Wendong was startled, recalling the records about the Painting Saint he found in the ancient books of the Nether Talisman Masters of the Heavenly Nether Sect.

The Painting Saint was one of the peaks of the Netherworld.

He had become transcendent to saint, representing the ultimate, his skill in Netherworld Talisman breathtaking.

Now, everyone in the Netherworld regarded the Painting Saint as the progenitor of the Nether Talisman Masters, his legend widely spread and revered by many.

”I have entered the path for ten thousand years, my drawn Nether Talismans are like a surging river.”

”And now, a fragment of the source is seized by a junior, how laughable.”

”Is there no one in this Netherworld?” the Painting Saint’s shadow murmured to himself, his voice deep and resonant like a great bell.

The words clearly showed scorn for Xu Wendong, leaving him stunned, secretly amazed that this entity had intelligence.

”Wait, didn’t the Painting Saint die in a battle with the Netherworld Emperor? How is he still alive?”

Xu Wendong was shocked, thoughts flooding his mind.

Could this be a remnant soul of the Painting Saint?

”You’re the one who’s dead!” The shadow seemed to hear Xu Wendong’s thoughts, glaring at him coldly.

This glance was like a sharp blade, chilling Xu Wendong, leaving him speechless.

”Senior, are you the Painting Saint?” Xu Wendong asked, astonished.

He could not have imagined such mystery hidden within the Painting Saint’s carving knife; if known, it would surely attract the attention of countless peak forces.

After all, the Netherworld was not just the Heavenly Nether Domain; there were vast worlds outside with numerous powerful forces.

If they came, not just the Heavenly Nether Sect, but the entire Heavenly Nether Domain would be devastated, plunged into doom.

”I am the Painting Saint, using Nether Talismans to enter the path. The world calls me the Painting Saint.” The shadow nodded, face full of pride, unabashedly admitting the fact.

Xu Wendong chuckled, ”I don’t believe it. The Painting Saint is dead, could not have left a remnant soul, you’re a fake, right?”

He wanted to test the authenticity of the Painting Saint’s shadow.

”Junior! How dare you!” the Painting Saint’s shadow roared in fury, its calm face suddenly turning sinister.

The roar was like a thunderbolt, exploding in the space.

Even in his divine soul state, Xu Wendong felt the sound deafening, his divine soul trembling involuntarily.

”If you are the Painting Saint, how can you prove it?”

”I heard the Painting Saint is particularly skilled in Nether Talismans, the ancestor of the Nether Talisman Masters. Show me a Nether Talisman,” Xu Wendong coaxed, a barely noticeable smile at the corner of his mouth.

If he could extract some powerful Nether Talismans from the Painting Saint, he might win many battles using them.

Facing the Ghost Control Realm First Level Fire Demon Elder, if he had a Fifth Grade or higher Nether Talisman, the elder could die instantly.

”Hmph, drawing a Nether Talisman is nothing difficult,” the Painting Saint’s shadow snorted coldly, immediately extending his finger.

Ordinary people need soul power to activate and talisman paper to complement while drawing a Nether Talisman, but the Painting Saint did not need these steps.

With just a wave, he could create a Nether Talisman.

A golden light flashed, containing immense power, then burst out a formidable soul power.

The terrifying aura erupted like a tidal wave, engulfing Xu Wendong.

Xu Wendong was shocked, his mouth agape, eyes wide open.

The Nether Talisman drawn by the Painting Saint radiated brilliantly, runes flickering, mysterious and powerful, likely not low in grade, which appeared obscure even to him.

Furthermore, this Nether Talisman might not be very high-grade, but it already surpassed Xu Wendong’s understanding.

If the Painting Saint increased the level of the Talisman, Xu Wendong might not even see it.

The path of Nether Talismans, if the grade was too high, they were like an unreadable heavenly book, invisible without destiny.

This made the Nether Talisman Masters precious, ordinary people couldn’t perceive their creations, and low-level masters couldn’t see high-level ones.

The Painting Saint’s shadow deliberately made a low-level Nether Talisman for Xu Wendong to understand.

”This is a Sixth-grade Nether Talisman, called Life and Death Shock; once thrown, anything below the Nether River Realm will die!” The shadow proclaimed proudly, filled with confidence and pride.

But he soon realized, glaring at Xu Wendong, seemingly seeing through his thoughts, shouting, ”Are you trying to trick me?”

Xu Wendong seemed driven by an invisible force, plunged into madness.

His eyes wide open, fixated on the space where the Painting Saint’s Talisman was drawn, replaying each stroke in his mind.

His fingers quickly mimicked in front of him, attempting to replicate the mysterious rune shapes.

Soon, with his amazing memory, he memorized every stroke of the Sixth-grade Nether Talisman Life and Death Shock.

Next, the key for him was comprehending the soul power contained within this Talisman.

Once successful, he could draw this extremely powerful Talisman himself.

”Boy, you’re so cunning!” the Painting Saint’s shadow was completely enraged, his voice like rolling thunder, echoing continuously.

The sound waves assaulted Xu Wendong’s divine soul, making it tremble, as if his soul would be shaken out.

”Heh, thanks for gifting the Nether Talisman, senior. If I comprehend its essence, I will surely come back to thank the Painting Saint,” Xu Wendong wore a cunning smile, then exited the mysterious space constructed by the Painting Saint’s carving knife.

The moment his divine soul returned to his body, the angry voice of the Painting Saint’s shadow still echoed in Xu Wendong’s ears, ”Boy, my things aren’t so easy to take. If you use the Life and Death Shock, there’ll be endless trouble.”

”If you’re not afraid of the consequences, then go ahead and use it!”