Chapter 513.2. Godly Seat! Realm of the Gods!
The young man suddenly muttered in a melodic way, “Startling changes begin where the masterful hand lands. Carving strokes ripple through the masterpiece a hundred times. This ancient art shall outlast eternity. The raised knife, like a crescent moon, will illuminate the cold spring.” A Mayan bluish glow—the knife—revolved around the plate at a rate which made it hard for anyone to make out its shape. Even though it was hard to follow the movement of the knife, Huo Yuhao could make out the carvings on the cucumbers, which were made with every syllable the young man muttered. Green pieces of cucumber skin were ejected by the knife as they drifted and fell to the side. After the last syllable was uttered, a total of two hundred and sixty-one cuts had been delivered. A circle of cucumber skin fell neatly around the plate, forming a perfect circular pattern of black and green stripes. The size of the skin fragments were all exactly the same. But what was most astounding was the carving that lay above the circle of skin fragments.
Nine jade-like dragon carvings carved out of cucumber stood proudly at the center of the plate. The carvings were delicate, and possessed beautiful features like the horns, the whiskers and the pearls of a dragon.
The amount of skill required to pull this off was just… unbelievable!
Huo Yuhao couldn’t believe his eyes. It was the first time he had ever witnessed such remarkable knife-handling skills. This was beyond any mere carving act—this was the creation of a masterpiece. Huo Yuhao was extremely skilled at creating soul tools, and had spent plenty of time mastering the art of carving. However, all his work was done according to diagrams and instructions. What he had just witnessed was art infused with creativity, and that was simply breathtaking.
The young man with the golden hair stole a glance at Huo Yuhao, and revealed a smile. He extended his left hand and waved it. This act sent the huge plate into the air. There was a dense layer of cloud which appeared to be holding the plate in midair. The cloud gave off a cold aura which was not particularly intense.
As the young man swept his left hand horizontally, the plate began to spin at an unbelievable speed.
Whenever the bottoms of the cucumbers spun before his eyes, the Mayan bluish glow—the knife—would flicker. After three rounds or so, even though Huo Yuhao had long lost count of how many cuts the knife had made, the young man’s hand appeared to have only budged a bit. More green skin fragments fell to the bottoms of the cucumbers, forming the shape of nine clouds. They contrasted against the jade-green dragon tails which had just taken shape.
At that very instant, it looked as though the nine cucumbers on the plate had come to life. They looked like nine green dragons which were encircling the cloud-like support structure, which in turn was suspending the revolving plate. The dragons looked so real that they appeared to be playing with one another and chatting amongst themselves.
The young man with the golden hair made a tap with his left hand as a small, delicate ice ball formed at the tip of his finger. With a simple flick, the ice ball floated towards the plate and landed at the center of all nine dragon heads.