Ark Undead

There weren't many people inside, but the space was really big.

It displays over a hundred different kinds of artifacts, including antiques, paintings, and some unearthed weapons and armor.

When the three immortals walked through the museum, even Onstan felt that the space was extremely spacious.

The sound of the three people walking echoed in the corridor, making a clattering sound.

Honestly, I really don't know why anyone would live in a museum if no one dies there.

"You, brother or sister, seem to have rather unique tastes."

Someone who dislikes going out simply lives in a museum?

This logic seems a bit illogical.

"What? What unique hobby do you have?"

Nian turned around and looked at the Undead with a surprised expression.

Onstan nodded and said.

"Can people live in a museum? I didn't see any places to live when I came last time. Do you mean people work in here?"

Nian immediately understood what the two meant.

"Oh no, you're mistaken. She doesn't live in a museum."

He led the Undead and Ornstein forward familiarly, saying this as he went.

"How should I put it? It's like an entrance. We're just going to a teleportation array. The real her is in the world inside the teleportation array."

Just as the immortals were still pondering the connection between these events, they saw Nian stop.

She glanced around like a thief, and after making sure no one was around, she reached out her right hand, pulled a remote control from her pocket, and temporarily disabled all the surveillance cameras in the corridor.

Then, he reached out and touched the special Originium device in front of her, which was used to protect the painting.

The device became her plaything in Nian's hands. All the rules and principles that had been written down were reduced to zero under Nian's casting power, leaving only the simple functions of opening and closing.

In the eyes of the Undead, Nian merely touched the device, and the Originium protective layer covering the painting was removed, revealing the painting inside.

Seeing the device being pulled down and the scroll inside, the Undead had a very bad feeling.

Then Nian came to the side of the painting, touched his chin, and examined it carefully.

"Hmm...it shouldn't be broken yet. We got it from here last time."

Then, Nian turned around and smiled at the immortal.

"Come on, let's touch."

"?" The Undead froze for a moment, the sense of déjà vu making him think twice.

It was at this moment that the Undead seemed to hear a pleasant laugh and a slightly awkward cough, but it was gone in an instant.

He immediately turned his head to look, and apart from Nian and Onstan, there was indeed no one else.

It was a strange sound, but the undead were quickly drawn back to the painting in front of them.

Onstan's expression was also strange; he looked down at the undead.

The Undead also looked up at Onstan, and both of them thought of the same thing at the same time.

"The world of painting?"

The immortal asked.

"If that's what you say, it's not impossible."

After thinking for a moment, Nian explained to the immortal.

"However, rather than viewing it as a separate little world, it's more accurate to describe it as a virtual world constructed using illusion magic. For ordinary people, such illusion magic is realistic enough to even affect their physical functions. But for people like you and me, it actually has no effect."

"Its essence is not the creation of a new world; it is essentially still Xi's power, a kind of illusion. As long as Xi disappears, this painting will disappear. At the same time, the virtual world it is linked to will also disappear."

As he spoke, Nian urged the Undead to hurry up.

"Hurry up, come in quickly! It'll be terrible if someone finds out!"

The Undead and Onstan stepped forward and extended their hands simultaneously.

The moment they touched the scroll, it began to magnify before their eyes, and the images within were gradually stretched and distorted until they completely covered the Undead and Ornstein.

From the perspective of the year, the immortals and Onstan's bodies seem to have turned into ink, gradually merging into the painting.

Nian himself rubbed his hands together, then turned back and reactivated the protective device with his power. Before the isolation shield could open, he reached out and touched the painting. After the two of them, he turned into ink and merged into the painting.

By the time the staff discovered the problem with the surveillance system and came to repair it, there was no trace left on the corridor.

All the machines were intact, and the painting remained unchanged.

It seems to be the edge of the world, or the other side of a mirror.

The dark, inky fog in the air condensed into water droplets and fell to the ground.

As it continued to expand, three figures rose from the ground, and the thick fog in front of them dissipated.

The Undead and Ornstein opened their eyes, and when the scene before them became clear again, they were in another place.

Just as Nian said, it cannot be considered a complete world in itself. It is merely a small space combined with illusions to create a domain that affects the mind and physical senses.

Even so, it is already quite remarkable that such a detailed picture could be depicted in a limited space, making it seem so real.

The immortal came to the riverbank and reached his hand into the water.

Liquid seeped in through the gaps in his gauntlets, soaking the undead's hand, and he carefully felt the difference between it and reality.

"How about it?"

"I asked curiously."

Nian herself was aware of Xi's abilities. As long as she carefully discerned them, she would definitely be able to tell whether it was real or an illusion.

However, the fact that Xi can elevate the realism of her paintings to this level only demonstrates that her painting skills and meticulous attention to detail are truly unparalleled in the world.

"fake."

Onstan plopped down on the ground and scooped up a clump of dirt.

In the eyes of the three, the clump of soil gradually turned into a handful of ink.

"Indeed, it's an illusion."

The undead raised his hand, and the liquid on his gauntlet defied all common sense, showing absolutely no stickiness.

When the undead finally pulled his hand out of the water, the water flow that the undead had blocked resumed, and there wasn't a trace of moisture on his gauntlet.

The Undead and Ornstein seemed to belong to a completely different world. Even with physical contact, he was still excluded.

"Xi's ability is to use illusions to affect a person's mind and physical senses. But if you see her paintings, or close your eyes before she paints, then the illusion will not work."

This was exactly as expected.

"Essentially, it's still a spiritual influence. Even though this world is her carefully crafted creation, it still cannot be shaken in the face of your essential souls."

Although she said that, she couldn't help but glance at Ongstein's side a couple of times.

Nian knew exactly how powerful the immortals were.

But where did this big, clumsy guy come from?

Judging from their previous conversation, he had been to Da Yan before?

How could I not remember?

"Yes."

The undead could perceive that although these things looked incredibly realistic, even down to the touch and feel, the paintings seemed to lose their power within a certain range around them.

After all, the core of his soul and spirit rests within that pure and flawless flame.

After learning this, the Undead stopped associating Xi's paintings with the world of painting.

The world of paintings in Kjerag, which has been burned down, is essentially a separate space independent of the continent of Terra.

This space possesses a complete logic and structure. Furthermore, fueled by dark souls and in the hands of artists who have witnessed the First Flame consuming the world, it depicts the trajectory of all life.

What Xi created was ultimately just a mirage, an illusion.

Perhaps Xi also has the ability to create a space on its own. But in essence, it is just a narrow canvas used to support painting.

"But she's already very impressive to have done that. Just because she's not good enough for you doesn't mean she can't do it, right?"

Looking back, I gazed at the small town that stretched out along the winding path in front of me.

The immortals also noticed the town over there.

Smoke rose from the courtyards of every household; everything here was completely different from the Great Yan of today.

It's more like the Great Yan Dynasty of a hundred or a thousand years ago, nestled against mountains and by water, a pastoral landscape far removed from modern Originium technology.

"Alright! We've arrived!"

She clapped her hands, seemingly excited, and her expression became serious.

"Next, we need to call the person out."

As he spoke, Nian extended his hand.

In her palm, tiny specks of lava slowly emerged. Then, the lava dripped from her palm onto the ground.

The steaming lava quickly cooled down, then continued to surge in irregular shapes before finally settling into a cylindrical form.

The remaining lava, after falling along the edge of the cylinder, gradually solidified, forming a fuse.

Nian patted the giant firecracker he had created, which was almost as tall as a person, with satisfaction.

Then she glanced back at the undead and gave a cheerful smile.

"Happy Chinese New Year!"

287. Evening

You won't know what a "two-stage firecracker" is until someone dies.

But when he saw this thing, he remembered the night he first arrived in Da Yan, when he was by the window and heard the kids next to him playing with something called a modern firecracker, oh right, I think it was called a firecracker.