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Zeng Xianyi invited Jiang Chen to share a ride with him. In the car, Zeng Xianyi took out the painting of the mountain temple he had captured.
Jiang Chen opened the sandalwood box, carefully removed the artwork, untied the silk ribbon, and slowly unfurled the painting. Zeng Xianyi watched anxiously and excitedly from the side.
"Zeng Lao, you might want to hold off on looking for now," Jiang Chen said with a smile.
"Uh, then I won't look," Zeng Xianyi replied, feeling a bit awkward but obediently shifting his gaze to the window.
As the painting of the mountain temple was revealed, it displayed an ink wash landscape. To be honest, if there were no extraordinary elements within this piece, it would be rather ordinary.
For an average person, gazing directly at this painting would draw them in, leaving them in a state of distraction. However, for Jiang Chen, its effect was minimal and easily disregarded.
Nonetheless, he chose to actively immerse his consciousness into the painting.
In an instant, Jiang Chen found himself within the artwork. The scenery around him transformed into something much more beautiful; the mountains and forests were lush and vibrant, streams flowed gently through the valleys, and the mountain temple appeared intermittently amidst the foliage. Occasionally, the sounds of birds chirping and monkeys calling could be heard.
This was not a true world but merely an illusion—a realm created by a powerful cultivator's consciousness. Since a practitioner had poured their heart and soul into crafting this illusory barrier within the painting, there must have been a purpose behind it. Anyone who gazed upon it would inevitably be drawn into its enchantment; however, most would find themselves startled back to reality by the guardian beast Bixi at the entrance of the temple. This indicated that the illusion posed no harm to those who entered.
It attracted people in yet expelled them again—this could only mean one thing: those who entered did not meet its requirements. It was highly likely that this illusory realm awaited someone specific.
Whatever that person's requirements might be, since Jiang Chen had entered this time, he naturally intended to explore further.
As Jiang Chen walked along a small path in the mountains (his consciousness guiding him), he did not dwell on the fact that this was merely an illusion; he strolled leisurely onward.
Before long, he arrived at the entrance of the temple. Just as Zeng Xianyi had described, there stood a Bixi Divine Beast bearing a stone tablet on its back.
"Roar!" As Jiang Chen gazed at the stone tablet, suddenly, the Bixi Divine Beast seemed to come alive; it stretched its neck and opened its massive mouth to let out a sudden roar directed at Jiang Chen.
The might of this divine beast surged forth like a tidal wave, pressing down upon one's heart. Even someone like Zeng Xianyi—who had seen battlefields as a hardened warrior—was startled by it. However, for Jiang Chen, it was merely a minor inconvenience.
The Bixi did not intimidate Jiang Chen and soon returned to its previous state.
Creak!
Suddenly, the heavy doors of the temple began to open slowly with a dull sound of shifting hinges.
Jiang Chen looked up; although the temple doors were open, no one appeared. Without hesitation, he stepped inside the temple.
Inside the Daoist temple, it was quite peaceful. Upon entering, one would find the main hall, where a large cauldron stood at the entrance, emitting wisps of fragrant smoke.
Beneath the statue in the grand hall sat a man, not facing the statue but rather looking towards the entrance. Jiang Chen stood outside, fifty meters away, locking eyes with him.
"I have waited for countless years, and I never expected someone would truly arrive at Wuliang Temple. Young man, come forward," said the middle-aged Daoist sitting in the hall. His voice was deep and resonant, lacking the ethereal quality one might expect from an immortal; instead, it was filled with weariness and a sense of history.
Young man? Heh, Jiang Chen found it somewhat amusing. Shouldn't I be older than you? he thought to himself.
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