Painting the Dao to Sainthood: My Brush Summons Gods and Demons

Qin Mo, a half-human, half-demon hybrid, is the shame of the human sacred land. During the sacred land's grand selection, he is publicly humiliated as an 'impure-blooded waste' and is about to be expelled from the sect. At the moment of despair, his mother's ancient painting 'Dao Fa Zi Ran Tu' finally awakens! Others cultivate by meditating; I cultivate by painting. The Phoenix clan's prodigy is unparalleled? Sorry, I'll paint a Kunpeng to pluck her feathers! The Dragon clan's ancient grand formation is indestructible? I'll splash ink to paint a galaxy and shatter it with the power of stars! Flowers, birds, fish, insects, gods, demons, immortals, and Buddhas—everything in the painting can be used by me! When Qin Mo stands behind an army of legends, those so-called pure-blooded geniuses tremble: 'This is unreasonable! How can a painter be this strong!' Qin Mo smiles calmly and unrolls the scroll: 'Pure blood? In my eyes, you're not even worthy of being my ink.'