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Chapter 244: The Real Realm in the Painting: The True Immortal Mountain in the Void (Part )
"Spiritual painting?"

Looking at the huge cave mural in front of him, Yi Beidou said softly.

He once fought with the spiritual painter Huang Tianhu and experienced the magic of spiritual paintings. It was just a painting, but it seemed to have the ability to turn the virtual into the real and make the fake look real. It was truly magical.

However, the painting of the fairy mountain in front of him was too huge, at least twenty meters high. Even if he stood in front of it, he would look so small. And that special charm had not faded after countless years. It was hard to imagine the difficulty of drawing this spiritual painting.

Obviously, this magical painting of the fairy mountain should also be an important secret of this fairy mountain.

Perhaps the mirage in the sky that they saw when they first entered the inner circle was not manipulated by the alchemist, but was related to this mural and was one of the self-defense mechanisms of Penglai Mountain.

Even if someone or a ship manages to pass through the blocking measures of the first two circles, it is still difficult to break through the hidden barriers around the fairy mountain in this inner circle. They can only see the dreamlike illusion in the sky. I am afraid that they will really regard it as reality, which is out of reach, thus leaving more legends.

"This spiritual painting is well preserved. The alchemist did not take it away. Perhaps it is because of its special features that it cannot be destroyed, otherwise the whole painting will become ineffective."

Yi Beidou looked carefully at the huge mural in front of him, and felt more and more that there was a magical influence. Even if he was just staring at a corner of the mural, he felt as if the image on the mural came alive.

The clouds were fluctuating and the rays of light were flowing, almost leaping out of the wall. It seemed that as long as he took a step forward, he would be able to enter another world.

This level is completely incomparable to Huang Tianhu's spiritual paintings.

"I don't know what kind of pigments are used in this fairy mountain spiritual painting."

Yi Beidou's nose twitched slightly and he smelled a strange fragrance coming from the painting.

He remembered that Huang Tianhu's spiritual painting should be mixed with the blood of the holy realm in order to possess such divine power, but even if it was the blood of the holy realm, the power would dissipate on its own after a period of time, and it was impossible for it to exist for such a long time.

This made Yi Beidou think of what Cheng Zhihong mentioned as "earth immortals".

Could it be that this spiritual painting contains the blood of earth immortals?
However, I heard that even a cell of an earth immortal is an extremely precious thing. If such a huge mural really used the blood of earth immortals, it is estimated that it would not have been preserved until now.

For thousands of years, the alchemists would probably try to lick this painting clean even if they had to.

It is most likely a special material related to earthly immortals.

Yi Beidou put away his thoughts and observed other places in the cave.

Just now, his mind was attracted by the huge spiritual painting in front of him, and he didn't pay attention to other places in the cave.

There are circular areas on the ground, which appear to be places for placing things like futons.

"Sit here and watch the spiritual paintings?"

Yi Beidou pondered for a moment, then found a seat in the middle and sat cross-legged.

He stared straight at the magical painting of the fairy mountain in front of him.

As he continued to gaze, everything in the fairy mountain painting seemed to be reviving and becoming more and more vivid.

Everything around him seemed to be ignored, and in Yi Beidou's eyes there was only the fairy mountain that was becoming more and more vivid.

At the same time, he vaguely sensed a pulling sensation in his mind, as if the mural was trying to draw him in.

Yi Beidou thought about it for a moment and did not resist the force of the magnetic field, but instead obeyed and accepted it.

Suddenly, he heard a whistling sound of wind and there was mist all around him.

No, that's not mist, it's real clouds!!
Yi Beidou didn't know when he was no longer in the cave, but in the clouds in the sky.

A huge pulling force came towards him, pulling him forward into the sky.

Passing through the layers of clouds, Yi Beidou saw a shocking scene.

High above the clouds stands a fairy mountain, majestic and tall, shaded by the rosy glow of the sunset, and looks extraordinary and mysterious.

This mural was exactly the same as the illusion they had seen before.

But this time, the fairy mountain in the sky was no longer untouchable. A force was dragging Yi Beidou towards the fairy mountain in the sky.

Finally, in this dreamlike scene, Yi Beidou climbed the fairy mountain and stepped on the ground.

The scenery here is very different from the real fairy mountain scenery. The sky is always filled with natural music and the ground is covered with fairy flowers, as if you have arrived in fairyland.

However, he could not see more of the entire fairy mountain. The glow and the clouds were like a wall, so he could only see the scenery outside the fairy mountain.

"This is."

Even though Yi Beidou had practiced the Free Heart Technique and had experienced countless illusions, the scene before him still shocked him.

The tip of his nose twitched, and his sense of smell was present; he reached out his hand to touch the ground, and his sense of touch was present; even when he lightly scratched his skin, he felt pain and blood flowed, and his sense of pain was also normal.

All of this was created by that magical painting of the fairy mountain, which seemed to have taken him to another world.

This spiritual painting can be regarded as a huge magnetic field like a "god". This magnetic field constructs an almost real illusion. Once an individual looks at the spiritual painting, his own life magnetic field will connect with the magnetic field of the spiritual painting, and he will be dragged into this illusion.

This feeling should be called "virtual reality" in modern times, but it is impossible to achieve this with current human technology or physical equipment.

This reminded Yi Beidou of some legends.

According to legend, there are mountains, rivers, and the country between heaven and earth, and a world is born in a painting.

And there are similar records in many legends and religions.

The individual is in a trance and arrives in an indescribable wonderland, where he can even meet gods.

For example, heaven, hell, Sumeru, and Shambhala.
Sure enough, the legend may not be a legend.

These places may actually exist, but they are not in reality.

“It’s really a miraculous method.”

Even Yi Beidou couldn't help but sigh.

After feeling it for a while, he realized the existence of his real body. This illusion was like a dream, and he had the ability to wake up from it at any time. This made him feel much more at ease.

If anything goes wrong, he can always come back to reality.

"The power of Penglai also exists here, and it even makes people feel it more intense and clear?"

Yi Beidou came to a conclusion after careful perception.

Compared to the outside world, the power of Penglai here can be perceived more clearly.

"In other words, if we practice and comprehend the power of Penglai in this illusion, will it be more effective? The alchemists have occupied this precious land for many years, but they have not been able to truly master this power?"

Yi Beidou said to himself.

hum! !

The next moment, something strange suddenly happened in the illusion. The heavenly sounds in his ears suddenly intensified, even became a little sharp, giving people a strong sense of terror.

"Ok?"

Then something even more terrifying happened. Yi Beidou felt a sharp pain all over his body.

He felt something caressing his face, falling down.

He reached out his hand and grabbed a clump of pitch-black hair from the top of his head.

This is his hair.

In severe pain, all the hair on his body was falling off.

Not only that, after the hair falls off, a little bit of powder starts to fall from the surface of the skin.

That was his skin melting away.

You know, his body is invulnerable to swords and guns, and it is a terrifying body that can withstand thermal weapons.

However, this is not reality, but a dream-like illusion, and this fairy mountain is the dominant one.

A force is "dissolving" his indestructible body.

This reminded Yi Beidou of a fantasy he had once experienced.

View of bones.

In that illusion, his body also disintegrated, his flesh and blood rotted, and finally his white bones were exposed. If he could not withstand the intense pain, he would sink in the illusion.

Yi Beidou didn't care about the physical pain, he cared more about the consequences of this phenomenon.

Although this is just an illusion, it is connected to his life magnetic field after all. If his physical body completely melts away, I am afraid that his life magnetic field in reality will also be severely damaged.

Of course, it shouldn't be a real death.

"What is the purpose of this spiritual painting?"

Yi Beidou thought in his heart.

It is obvious that this spiritual painting could not have been created for the purpose of torturing people. If the Xianshan system is regarded as a sect or inheritance, then this place is more likely to be a place for training.

One force is dissolving his physical body, so he needs the help of another force to repair his body in order to achieve a balance so that he can exist longer in this fantasy fairyland.

This is a kind of practice. If you reach a certain level, perhaps you will be able to master the power of Penglai?
If a practitioner of the Taoism of the Penglai Fairy Mountain practices in this kind of illusion, he can achieve the greatest progress with the least damage.

Yi Beidou was thinking in his mind and was about to sit down cross-legged, trying to mobilize the power of Penglai to restore himself and offset the dissolving force, when suddenly his brows furrowed.

Ta-ta! !
He actually heard footsteps and his eyes suddenly looked somewhere in front of him.

In the "wall" formed by the fog and the glow of the sunset, a figure appeared and was walking towards him.

People?! Living things?!
Could it be a consciousness left behind by the ancient people in the fairy mountain thousands of years ago?
Yi Beidou's expression changed slightly.

He didn't make any move, just stood there, watching the figure slowly approaching.

It was indeed just a "figure", very tall. Even standing in front of Yi Beidou, he could not distinguish the other's appearance and clothes. It was as if there was a ball of fog. Only in those eyes without pupils seemed to bloom with a captivating light.

Yi Beidou was secretly alert and enhanced his own life magnetic field. After all, this was an illusion dominated by spiritual paintings, and it was hard to say how much strength he could exert.

If the situation was not right, he would probably have to exit the illusion immediately.

Fortunately, the tall shadow did not attack him. After walking out of the fog, it stood in front of him.

The phantom trembled slightly, and it looked like the signal was not stable?
At this moment, the unknown shadow's mouth opened and closed slightly, as if saying something. Yi Beidou wanted to listen, but he only felt a buzzing sound and could not make out what the other party was saying.

That feeling is similar to when you are watching a video and suddenly there is a "beep" sound.

However, at Yi Beidou's level, lip reading was not a problem at all. However, when Yi Beidou looked at the range of the other person's mouth opening and closing, he could not associate it with any language he knew.

It is unknown how long ago this phantom existed. Throughout history, the languages ​​of various human regions have undergone tremendous changes. Even the most professional linguists are not sure that they can communicate smoothly with the ancients if they go back to the past.

In other words, even if the other party was not muted, Yi Beidou would most likely not understand what he said.

He had a rare sense of illiteracy, a lack of knowledge.

But he could still tell that the other party's tone seemed to be explaining something.

Perhaps, it is some kind of practice characteristic of the Penglai school, or perhaps it is related to the power of Penglai.

Anyway, it should be something more important.

Unfortunately, Yi Beidou had no idea what the other party was talking about.

But soon his spirits perked up a little, because the phantom was gesturing with its hands and its body was also making some movements. It might be a set of stances, the characteristics of exerting force, and the laws of the operation of "true Qi".

Although Yi Beidou could not understand the other party's language at all, these actions could have a great effect.

As long as the other party is not an alien, he or she has basic human characteristics and we can figure out a lot from these actions.

Just as Yi Beidou was concentrating on watching the other party's actions, something strange happened suddenly.

Buzz! !

The phantom suddenly shook and deformed violently like a mosaic, as if there was some kind of disorder.

Phew! !

The phantom seemed to let out a roar that was not like that of a human, and the environment of the entire fairy mountain changed suddenly.

The sounds of nature suddenly became sharp and piercing, and the fairyland-like scene around them became dark. There seemed to be an indescribable horror, as if it was wearing a layer of hell filter.

What was even worse was that the dissolving force suddenly increased significantly, and Yi Beidou felt even more intense pain.

His flesh and blood fell off bit by bit, blood was dripping, and in an instant he had no skin left, and his whole body was red.

At this speed, he would be reduced to a pile of skeletons in no time.

Not to mention his mastery of the Penglai technique at this time, even an alchemist in a state of immortal prohibition would probably not be able to sustain life under this level of dissolving power.

Yi Beidou's will was shaken, and he chose to exit the illusion.

In reality, Yi Beidou suddenly opened his eyes and felt a slight warmth on the tip of his nose. He reached out his hand and saw that his palm was deep red.

He was injured, and the severity of his injuries was probably similar to the backlash from performing the second level of Reverse Chaos. If he had left the Fantasy Mountain a little later, his injuries would probably have been even more serious.

He looked at the fairy mountain spiritual painting in front of him, and he somewhat understood the existence of this thing. He wondered why the alchemist had not been able to master the power of Penglai for so many years, and why he had preserved it safely and not tried to take it away.

This fairy mountain spiritual painting looks very complete, but in fact its internal magnetic field system has huge problems and has been inexplicably affected.

This reminded Yi Beidou of the legend that two of the three immortal mountains overseas had sunk to the bottom of the sea. Something must have happened back then, causing the Penglai Immortal Mountain to survive, but its essence had been severely damaged.

(End of this chapter)