Of course, those works were even more terrifying than he imagined.
In his previous life, Louis had only heard similar stories in legends.
The stories were called "Painting the Dragon, Dotting the Eyes" and "The Magic Brush of Ma Liang."
And such artists truly existed in this world.
Viscount Anzi sighed and said:
"Outsiders may not understand the specific conditions of the genius illness; in fact, the genius illness reoccurs every few decades."
"They co from various industries, including stone sculptors, woodcarvers, miniature landscape artists, painters, and embroiderers..."
"Depending on the severity of the genius illness, their capabilities can vary greatly."
"The Anzi Family t a genius illness artist a few years ago who had a photographic mory and whose embroidery work was lifelike."
"If his embroidery was burned, then no matter how far apart, anyone holding his work could sense the location of the embroidered object."
Louis was astounded:
"No matter how far apart?"
Viscount Anzi replied:
"Yes, even in the bottomless abyss, in Bator Hell, or any demi-plane, they cannot escape the lock of the embroidery’s ashes."
"Have you heard of the Guardian Stone Family of the Lokeshi Empire? It’s said the five Guardian Stone families paid a great price to have him embroider the images of the five guardian stones."
"This way, no matter how far apart, the Lokeshi Empire can retrieve the lost guardian stone, though only once."
Louis marveled:
"That’s truly impressive! So, Mr. Anzi, what was the cost?"
"Blindness," Viscount Anzi said. "The more embroidery he did, the larger and more intricate the work, the more permanently it deprived the artist of his sight; currently no known thod can even relieve the genius illness."
"The cost is such a severe one?" He was stunned for a mont. "Wait, these genius illness patients you ntioned, are they professionals?"
Viscount Anzi gave him a aningful look and said:
"Undoubtedly, they can be not."
"Does every genius illness patient have different costs?"
"At that ti, the top embroiderer’s cost was reputedly the lightest throughout history, at least he wouldn’t die."
"And what about that sculptor known for the beauty of the blade’s edge?"
"That person was rely an ordinary civilian, not even a professional."
Louis felt an instant electric current running through his body, an uncontrollable tingling sensation on his scalp.
Because when he was reading, he distinctly rembered that the legend of the beauty of the blade’s edge ntioned sothing at the end.
That was the sculptor Prism, whose last sculpture was the statue of the King of Red Dragons.
He was kidnapped by the King of Red Dragons of that era and was demanded to sculpt the most unique red dragon statue in the world.
Prism agreed.
He carved the statue of the King of Red Dragons, and at the final stroke, the statue transford into a red dragon, soaring into the sky.
The King of Red Dragons was instantly killed by the sculpture Prism created, and Prism also died on the spot due to illness.
He originally thought this was just a mythical legend too.
But later, he saw a record related to this on the Dragon Empire’s side in another book, clearly stating that there was a generation of King of Red Dragons who was exceptionally powerful, far exceeding ordinary dragons.
But he wasn’t a naturally born dragon; he was a miracle called forth by a sculptor’s life.
He didn’t think deeply at that ti either.
If it were a top professional, achieving this could be reasonable.
But...
Viscount Anzi clearly ntioned that genius illness patients could be not professionals.
The King of Red Dragons was at least as strong as a demigod.
The transcendent King of Red Dragons was even the strongest among demigods.
An ordinary sculptor created the strongest demigod?
Words like "preposterous" couldn’t even begin to describe it.
It was a myth made reality.
At this mont, he fully understood the weight of what Viscount Anzi said about "Lady Xilin."
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