Terrible news! My deskmate's first chapter is gone!

It can only be said that the audience's understanding of the "truth" is still too superficial.

However, Chen Xi did not argue about it.

"But..." Yang Wei wanted to say something, but Chen Xi raised her hand to stop him.

Chen Xi understood that arguing was pointless, and he really had no reason to prove that the canvas was fake.

Perhaps it is because it is incomplete that it has no name.

However, this possibility is very low.

The full name of Forbidden Item No. 0 is Myriad Universes, a fact Chen Xi knew, but he couldn't reveal it.

As for whether the audience knows it or not, Chen Xi is not sure, but they should know, after all, they understand the power of the Myriad Universe better than he does.

This information from the other party was very likely obtained from a so-called divine revelation.

However, it cannot be denied that it is indeed composed of a canvas called Wanxiang and a brush of Qiankun.

In theory, Yang Wei should have been able to see the name.

Currently, the only people whose names are not visible are those who have used some means to block their names.

For example, Zhou Xiaogu's "golden touch," and certain methods used by his elderly mother and father.

Let me put it this way.

"There is only one thing that can imitate a forbidden item, and it is itself a forbidden item: the 'prop' numbered 3."

"But even a 'prop' cannot imitate this canvas. This canvas is absolutely unique; as long as it exists, it is impossible for another canvas to appear, even a replica."

To prove the authenticity of the painting, the audience added some details.

After he finished speaking, the audience, for some reason, sighed helplessly.

"It seems I'm destined to never have this easel or the counter-clock in this lifetime!"

"It's alright, there's always the next life."

Yang Wei is an expert in the art of comforting others.

"Thank you!"

At this time.

"If the drawing board is confirmed to be working properly, will we have to write in blood?"

The author, who had been listening quietly, suddenly spoke up.

"That's how it's written in novels. Whether it's a binding contract or a master-servant relationship, the protagonist's blood usually triggers incredible things."

"Chen Xi, you're quite a special person. This might actually work. Why don't you try my unorthodox cultivation method?"

Chen Xi calmly thought for two seconds:

"it is good."

Although the author's words are somewhat unorthodox, they do make some sense. Since there's no other way, we might as well try anything.

As for the protagonist mentioned by the author...

I'm not the emperor, so how can I be destined to be the protagonist?

So, as the audience's expectant gazes returned, Chen Xi bit her fingertip and began drawing circles on the canvas, silently reciting the reverse clock in her mind.

When she was a child, the most painful thing was having blood drawn by pricking her fingertip; Chen Xi still remembers that pain clearly.

It's not that he can remember it, but rather that hyperthymesia makes it impossible for him to forget. His young age, coupled with the fact that it's something he fears, causes him to have nightmares every day.

Chen Xi today is the superman he used to be in his eyes. This kind of pain no longer makes Chen Xi feel pain. The trauma of blood drawing in his childhood has been redeemed at this moment.

Once the red circle is formed, it begins to shake, sink, and eventually gradually dissipates and disappears, just like the circle drawn with a 2B pencil before.

It's obvious that Chen Xi's blood is nothing special.

In the criteria of the drawing board, it is no different from red paint.

"Sigh~" The audience member sighed, feeling a bit bad about the two failures in such a short period of time.

Especially since these things are directly related to his own life.

"It seems I have no chance with this thing."

The audience seemed very busy, immediately switching to the next thing after finishing one point:

"Chen Xi, where are you planning to go next?"

Paradise Lost.

"Paradise Lost, huh... Then it seems we're on different paths."

"But I heard it's a dangerous place, so please be careful."

After the audience finished speaking, he suddenly sprinted and took a stylish step to get on the motorcycle, seemingly intending to leave.

This sudden change is like someone asking you for money one minute and then telling you it's their birthday the next—the two things are completely unrelated.

Chen Xi had become accustomed to the audience's fleeting arrivals and departures, coupled with their somewhat childish and immature nature.

He wasn't surprised by the audience's departure; after all, the plan to extend the life of this place had failed, and they would definitely have to look for a new plan.

The audience members only have about a year left to live, and there is no time to waste.

Looking back now, Chen Xi realizes that the audience only has so much time left to live, and just now, without even understanding the specifics of the situation, they chose to help him.

I feel a little ashamed that I haven't been able to give anything back.

"etc!"

Chen Xi suddenly spoke, holding up the easel high in her hand, "You haven't taken this yet!"

Although Chen Xi was very interested in the Myriad Images Drawing Board, it was ultimately a tool used by the audience to find the Qiankun Brush, so it couldn't be lost.

"Here you go!" The audience member waved his hand, then immediately remembered something, reached into his pocket, and tossed a small bottle containing black ink to Chen Xi.

"I'll also give you this bottle of 'Cibotiadu'. You're probably not an adaptable person anyway. This stuff's curse, like the third-tier transcendental trait, consumes lifespan."

"The only difference is that my Tier III transcendental characteristic consumes less lifespan than its, so I can suppress its curse with less loss."

"Also, don't worry about me so much."

"I have several alternative plans, but they are not very reliable. Reversing the timeline is the best solution, but I have failed too many times, and I don't have enough lifespan left to try it."

"So this thing is for you."

"But I'm not giving it to you; I'm just lending it to you temporarily. I'm not lying to you; this drawing board is indeed borrowed from the Emperor."

"I promised to pay you back, but given my current situation, I guess I'll have to break my promise."

"But it's not a big problem."

"Given the nature of his status as the 'Son of Heaven,' he will definitely find this painting; it's just a matter of time. So you can keep it for now."

"We'll return the drawing board to him later."

"Okay, that's all I have to say."

"Time is of the essence! I'm off to my next destination now. I hope we'll have a chance to meet again, young man!"

"If I can do that, it means my other plans have succeeded."

After the audience finished speaking, with a "boom," the motorcycle soared into the sky, and the huge engine sound gradually faded into the distance as Chen Xi and the others said their goodbyes.

The audience gradually disappeared into the horizon, coming and going in a hurry, like people rushing to a drinking party.

Just as everyone was feeling a little sad about parting, the figure of Motoro in the audience gradually grew larger; he had returned!

"By the way, seeing that the three of you have bare necks, you probably don't have any 'luck-avoiding beads,' right?"

After saying that, he took out three strings and threw them to Yang Wei and the others, saying, "I can figure this out myself, but these are fake after all. They're not as good as the real 'Luck-Avoiding Beads.' Once the progress exceeds 33%, it won't be able to hide it anymore. Be careful!"

After finishing speaking, the audience member made a "see you next time" gesture and left again.

Yang Wei and the others waved goodbye excitedly. After going through so much, at least something good had happened.

In this way, everyone can reach Tier III!

After bidding farewell to the audience once again.

Chen Xi looked down at the "Qianbaidu" in his hand. He felt uncomfortable as soon as he touched it. It was obvious that he was not a suitable user and was being rejected by it.

But not important!

The curse of "Qianbaidu" is to shorten one's lifespan, and Chen Xi can use it forcibly!

So what if it deducts more than a Tier III extraordinary trait?

Can anyone have more lives than Chen Xi?

Although not the fitter for this containment object, it is better than the fitter!

The ranking of containment objects is partly determined by the strength of the curse. "Qianbaidu's" curse is clearly not strong, lacking the deadly nature of other containment objects, so it only ranks 88th.

Chen Xi looked at "Qianbaidu" and, as if struck by a thought, unscrewed the seal on the bottle.

"Chen Xi, do you want to test this drawing board again?"

Yan Mingliang asked with some curiosity, in his impression, Chen Xi was someone who didn't like to do useless work.

"No." Chen Xi shook her head, a rare hint of expectation in her eyes:

"I just had a sudden thought: since this canvas will point towards me after I drip 'Qianbaidu' on it..."

"So..."

What if "Qianbaidu" (a type of Chinese liquor) dripped on me?

Will it also point to this canvas?