With the full level of enlightenment, you can rub the fruit of transcendence with your hands!

Chapter 603 Journey

When Hagen stopped painting, a full-length portrait that was so lively that it almost walked out of the picture had been completed. It was his wife, a woman named Lilia, and the sudden extra memories in his mind made him understand.

'Does spirituality leverage reality and form a foundation for the extraordinary?'

He looked at his hands, he was very different now, his white fingers contained extraordinary power.

Sequence Nine: Painter.

His overly passionate artistic inspiration makes it easier for him to access extraordinary knowledge in the spiritual world, but at the same time, the danger of rashly touching high-level knowledge will also increase. Compared with other extraordinary sequences, the painter has stronger inspiration, and the probability of being contaminated or even crazy is also greatly increased.

The sequence also greatly enhanced his observation and motion-capturing abilities, which was a huge boon to his drawing skills and combat capabilities.

As a painter, he does not possess strong enough combat capabilities, but instead has practical extraordinary skills.

Hagen looked at his fingers. The spirituality transformed his fingers, giving him the ability to endow his paintings with spirituality. The paintings that were contaminated by the spirituality would temporarily break away from the constraints of the paintings and become the painter's summoned creatures, a means of combat relying on external forces.

He stroked his paintings. His supernatural ability: "Painting Hand" was still too weak and had too many restrictions. Not only did he have to create the portrait himself, but he also had to physically touch it to activate it. But Hagen was already content.

A faint white light gradually lit up and rendered the entire painting, and with the infusion of spirituality, an illusory spirit began to break free from the portrait and walked out of the frame of the painting with Hagen's touch.

Lilia's spirit appeared in front of Hagen. Hagen suppressed his strong emotions and reached out to touch her spirit. The real touch made him feel at ease, but the spirit's lack of movement made him feel depressed.

"It is a false creation after all. And with my current abilities, how can I possibly bring the dead back to life?"

He laughed at himself and quickly accepted the reality. Although he did not fulfill his long-cherished wish, at least he now had hope, and hope was the most luxurious treasure.

Hagen sighed, rearranged the drawing board, and started to paint. The hand of painting could not only give birth to spirits, but also store them, and was not limited to living things. He was now going to create a home for Windsor.

The warm scene and the memories of countless days and nights were combined into a painting, the familiar home decoration and the addictive past. When Hagen finished, he put Windsor in it.

Even though his current ability could only support him in creating three spiritual paintings, and after storing them, he would have to continuously expend spiritual energy to maintain the existence of the paintings, but Hagen did not hesitate.

When he learned that the world was extraordinary, how to cure Windsor's illness and revive Lilia had become Hagen's lifelong pursuit. However, on this bottom street, he would not have what he was looking for, nor would it bring him any benefit.

Revenge and truth were not important to him. Even after he awakened the extraordinary sequence, the blurry faces in his synaesthesia memory had become clear, letting him know who his enemy was. But all this could be delayed. He had more important things to do. So he packed his bag, stored Windsor in the portrait space, and prepared to set off. He believed that as long as he walked far enough and saw enough, there would always be a way to solve his problem. At least, this time, he was not alone, nor was he traveling alone.

There was nothing much to pack, and nothing worth lingering on. Hagen didn't even have much luggage, and he set out on his journey when it was still dawn.

He had no idea about the end of the journey, and even about the supernatural, Hagen only got sporadic fragments of information during the awakening sequence.

But he knew that the urban legends and traces of evil spirits that were gradually spreading on the Internet were guides to seek out the extraordinary, acquire new knowledge, and then refine his own spirituality so that he could withstand more gifts of extraordinary knowledge. One day, he would find a way to change everything.

The rustling echoes lingered in his ears, and the regrets like fog kept flashing back. Hagen knew that this was the pollution brought to him by the spirit world. Before clearing these pollutions, he could not set foot in the spirit world again, otherwise it would only attract more distortions and make his already unstable sanity go crazy.

This is an addiction, a demonic addiction. The sense of power, control and sublimation brought by spirituality makes every extraordinary person sink. It is more powerful than any hallucinogenic drug. Only by fighting madness with reason can one keep one's existence from being distorted and turned into a monster.

"Vanston should be the largest city nearby. According to the abnormal data analysis, there are more evil spirits there. Maybe I should go there to take a look. At least, I need to get more information. I always feel that this so-called extraordinary is not a safe path."

Hagen looked at the full moon in the sky. His extraordinary inspiration distorted the scene in his eyes. The pure white moon seemed to be stained with strands of red, and the gradually stretched perspective allowed him to glimpse the subtle lines on the full moon, as if something was gestating and wriggling on the satellite.

But as a person who has received a certain level of education, Hagen knows that the shape of the moon has been unveiled through the exploration of major corporations. There are even frontier bases of major corporations that mine all kinds of rare materials on the moon and send them back here continuously.

He could only attribute the strange vision to the distortion caused by the combined effects of inspiration and spirituality. Although he was only a beginner, there was a supernatural law that had been branded in his mind: the older something is, the easier it is to breed the supernatural. And as the moon has existed for thousands of years, it must have condensed a powerful spirituality now that the supernatural has been revived.

Spiritual power comes from cognition, concepts, and ideas. The moon is a huge ball of light hanging in the sky. Every night, countless people observe, recognize, observe, and define it. When countless chaotic and completely different cognitions and definitions are brought together on the moon, the power that is born is unimaginable to Hagen.

Suddenly, the sound of wind was heard, and Hagen's gradually developing five senses brought feedback. He quickly turned over and rolled behind the ruined wall beside the road.

The sound of piercing the stone was very light, but very loud in the silent night. Hagen took a quick look and saw that it was a six-sided bone dart, which was now resting on the wall above his head.

Hagen quickly grabbed the cloth bag around his waist, which was the bag he used to store his paintings. He could roll up the scroll and put it in it, and then tighten the thin rope at the mouth of the bag, so as not to dirty the scroll and also to make it easier to carry.

Now he had cut the painting bag so that there was a bigger space at the top, which made it easier for him to use it. At the same time, he could touch the drawing paper directly without the obstruction of the painting bag opening. Lilia's Spiritual Scroll was now stored in the painting bag.

"Hello, unknown transcendent, I hope this joke doesn't cause you too much trouble."

(End of this chapter)