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What exactly is this...?

"dad!"

Confused, Chen Xi spoke up, her voice not particularly loud, but impossible to be unheard in this environment. Yet, her father continued walking forward as if he were deaf.

Although it wasn't walking fast, its movement speed was strangely fast.

thump.

Chen Xi clearly sensed something was amiss. Without changing his expression, he bent down and quickly landed where his father had just appeared.

"No......"

"How come there's nothing there?"

Chen Xi looked at the white pagoda, which was still the same as before, and was puzzled. He had thought that some kind of door would appear.

But nothing came of it; the old father appeared out of nowhere without any warning.

"Does the key to the Black Tower's gate grant free access even to this place?"

Chen Xi muttered to himself, then thought about it carefully. To put it bluntly, this place was also inside the Black Tower's "belly," within the Black Tower's sphere of influence, so it seemed understandable that he could come and go as he pleased.

But what does this have to do with the Vientiane Drawing Board?

In an instant, Chen Xi was filled with countless thoughts. He then strode forward and chased after his father.

Chen Xi caught up with his father in a few seconds and grabbed at his arm, but it was like trying to catch the moon's reflection in the water—it was all for naught.

"phantom?"

"This was just an illusion?"

Chen Xi stood there, waiting for a few seconds, when suddenly something occurred to him.

"This should be like the cycle of reincarnation inside the toad's belly, a cycle that has already been shattered."

"But then how will I see my father? And the White Pagoda..."

There's something that doesn't seem to make sense.

Chen Xi stopped acting. Judging from his experience in the previous cycle of reincarnation, he must have triggered something that caused him to see the scene of this cycle of reincarnation.

Since it was specially reserved, it must be very important.

This video can be interpreted as another form of the legend of the dragon god.

......

The old father continued forward, with Chen Xi following behind at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Judging from his position, he has reached the level of a five-cost marshal, but it is unclear whether he has not yet recovered or whether a special event has been triggered, as he has not shown any reaction.

And so, the old father walked all the way to the territory of the five-cost warrior before stopping.

The speed isn't slow.

According to the auspicious date calculation, Chen Xi's chance of escaping is now only 30%!

This is a value that must be returned immediately; otherwise, the channel must be closed!

But given the current situation, Chen Xi has no way to escape.

If they escape, it means Lin Fan died in vain!

Chen Xi would rather be trapped here for the rest of his life than allow this to happen!

On the other side, the old father quickly took action.

He pulled a paintbrush from his pocket—a black paintbrush.

"This is......"

Although he had never seen it before, the shape and the strange sense of familiarity made Chen Xi realize it immediately.

The Heaven and Earth Brush!

This must be the other half of the 0th forbidden item, which is composed of the Myriad Images Drawing Board: the Qiankun Brush!

"Does Father want to draw something?"

Just when Chen Xi thought his father was about to take out the Myriad Images Painting Board, the other party casually flicked the Qiankun Brush into the sky.

He then looked up, raised his right hand, and slightly clenched it, causing the Qiankun Brush to remain suspended in the air as if frozen in place.

It was obvious that the old father had used some kind of power.

Immediately, the Qiankun Brush expanded like a sponge upon contact with water, growing larger and larger until it became a brush even larger than the White Pagoda.

At first glance, it looks like a black mountain peak.

Immediately afterwards, the old father waved his hand, and the Qiankun Brush plunged downwards, leaving a black dot on the white ground.

"What exactly is my father trying to paint that requires such a grand display?"

Chen Xi felt a little puzzled.

Subsequently, under the guidance of the old father, the Qiankun Brush was drawing something in a very professional manner, stroke by stroke.

Instead of flying up to look down, Chen Xi directly amplified the magic circle of the [Overlord Domain].

But when he saw what his father had described, even though he had already been shocked twice, he couldn't help but be shocked again!

Dragon God!

The old father was actually drawing the Dragon God!

No wonder such a huge pen was needed.

In other words, the parents that the Dragon God has been searching for are his own father?

Doesn't that mean...?

The Dragon God is my brother!?

and many more!

Wasn't the Dragon God a collaborative creation by the Myriad Images Drawing Board and the Universe Brush?

Suddenly!

Chen Xi suddenly realized something, her expression changed, and she quickly flew into the sky.

After reaching a certain height, look down.

"I see... I see..."

"So that's why I didn't need the Kaleidoscope Drawing Board. Turns out it wasn't that I didn't need it, but that what I had had all along was a fake!"

The fake in Chen Xi's hand is also quite powerful, after all, it can be exchanged for a life with a symbol, but it is far inferior to the real Omnipotent Painting Board!

A true canvas for all things...

It's a blank slate world outside the Black Tower!

It's that thing beneath the feet of countless people!

The world depends on it for its existence!

Chen Xi never expected that before he even knew about this forbidden item, it had already appeared around him, or rather, around everyone else!

After a while, with a loud dragon roar, the Dragon God was born.

However, it did not fully awaken and remained with its eyes closed after birth, its body instinctively flying away into the distance.

Just when Chen Xi thought the matter was over.

The Qiankun Brush quickly returned to its original size and was returned to the old father's hand.

The elderly father took it and continued drawing on the ground.

"This posture..."

Chen Xi was surprised to discover that his father's posture while drawing was exactly the same as his own father's!

Although her father wasn't a professional painter, Chen Xi had seen him paint at home a few times as a hobby, and his skill level was quite high.

At the time, Chen Xi simply thought it was professional-level among amateurs and didn't think much of it.

After all, just because a painting looks good doesn't mean it can be sold for money.

In other words, the old father in front of us is the same person as Chen Xi's old father!

In other words, the old father is a powerful being who transcends reincarnation!

That makes sense, otherwise how could they stop the power of destruction?

Subsequently, with the appearance of the Dragon God, the darkness experienced in the previous cycle of reincarnation, and the actions of his father, Chen Xi was able to confirm the matter.

This blank world right now is the 177th cycle of reincarnation!

That is, the cycle in which the Dragon God was born.

Soon, the old father finished his work.

This work is also a creature, a familiar stranger.

Snake Man!

The old father drew the snake-man.

The symbol on the door you come through is that of the snake-man!

Judging from the size, Chen Xi immediately realized that the snake-man drawn by his father matched the skeleton he had seen!

If it's not a coincidence, this snake-man is also a powerful being capable of transcending reincarnation!

"call......"

"This is the final work, Lord White Tower."

The old father wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and looked towards the White Pagoda with a devout expression.

This was the first thing the old father said after he appeared.

Lord White Pagoda...

Chen Xi's heart had been shocked several times in a short period of time, and she had already developed an immunity to it.

He slightly widened his eyes, his mind racing with a chaotic interplay of thoughts, countless possibilities and impossibilities arising and disappearing within him.

"Could it be...?"

"The old father is not the key to the Black Tower's gate, but rather..."

"The key to the White Tower's gate!?"