He seemed to see that every blade of grass and tree in the painting was alive, and the cowherds were running about merrily.
And the aura emanating from the painting was precisely the same one Chen Ping had felt at first, the one that had been drawing him in all along. It turned out to be this very painting.
“Damn it, I put in so much effort, how come it’s just a piece of crap?”
Zhao Chuang saw that there was only one painting in the tomb, and he immediately cursed angrily.
“Zhao Chuang, don’t you think the boy herding cows in this painting seems to be moving?”
Chen Ping asked Zhao Chuang.
“No way!” Zhao Chuang frowned, “Chen Gege, are you seeing things? How could the people in the painting be moving?”
“What’s so special about this painting? Why would anyone use a magic circle to protect it?”
Dong Jiahao was also a little puzzled.
Chen Ping saw that everyone else couldn’t see the grass and trees in the painting moving, only he could. He couldn’t help but frown.
A wisp of consciousness slowly moved towards the Nine Ten Thousand Miles Mountain and River Map. Just as it approached, a huge suction force suddenly emerged, drawing the consciousness into the painting.
Chen Ping felt his body as if instantly appearing in the world of the painting. He looked at the azure sky, the verdant grass, and the cattle herder not far away.
Here, Chen Ping found that there was abundant spiritual energy everywhere. The spiritual energy here existed like oxygen in the real world.
“Is this an hallucination? This is too real, isn’t it?”
Chen Ping’s eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
At this time, the young herder saw Chen Ping and actually walked toward him.
“Where are you from?” the shepherd asked Chen Ping.
“I… ” Chen Ping was speechless for a moment, he didn’t know how to answer. He himself wasn’t sure where he came from.
“Kids, what place is this?”
Chen Ping did not answer the herdsman, but asked the herdsman instead.
“The herdsman eyed Chen Ping with a strange look. “This is Penglai Island. Since you’ve arrived here, how could you not know where you are?”
“Poluo Island?” Chen Ping frowned. He had heard of this Poluo Island; wasn’t it the legendary fairyland?
Could this be a fairyland? <<<
Just as Chen Ping was about to continue questioning the herder, the herder skipped away and vanished without a trace.
Chen Ping was surprised for a moment, just about to go and have a look when suddenly his body trembled. Immediately following that, the figure of Zhao Chuang appeared before him. The surroundings were still the same tomb chamber; there was no sign of Penglai Island anywhere.
“Brother Chen, what’s wrong? You just stared at that painting without blinking, like you were crazy…”
Zhao Chuang asked Chen Ping.
Chen Ping didn’t know what was going on. He had just seemed to have a hallucination, but it also felt so real. The voice of the cattle herder was still echoing in his ears.
“Mount Penglai?”
Chen Ping muttered under his breath.
Just then, suddenly someone shouted: “Look! The painting has changed…”
Everyone rushed to look and found that the scene in the painting had completely changed. There were no mountains and rivers, nor was there a shepherd boy. In their place appeared a dense forest!
There are quite a few animals in the forest, but in Chen Ping’s eyes, they were all lively and energetic.
Chen Ping, seeing this, sent out a divine sense. Immediately afterward, he appeared to be in the forest as if materialized, with animals constantly watching him warily.
Chen Ping turned around and found no one. He had to find a spot to sit down, running the Heart Congealing Sutra. Countless spiritual energies began to surge into Chen Ping’s body.
Chen Ping’s almost dry dantian quickly began to have spiritual energy transformed into a trickle of water, flowing into Chen Ping’s dantian.
Chen Ping’s dragon crystal within his body also began to frantically absorb the energy of heaven and earth at this moment.
No one noticed Chen Ping’s change, so everyone’s attention was drawn to the painting of the Nine Myriad Miles Mountains and Rivers.