After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

"When Bai Ze arrives later, point to the painting 'Awakening from a Dream' and say it's called Bai Ze."

Damn, I scared myself to death.

Zhou Yan almost thought he had been a woman in his past life and seduced Uncle Zhu, especially given how provocative this painting was...

Damn, the more I think about it, the more goosebumps I get.

The beautiful young woman smiled and walked to a door at the far end of the room.

"This was ordered by Lord Zhubo, who is inside."

The beautiful young woman grasped the doorknob and opened the door.

"Lord Bai Ze, please come in."

Zhou Yan walked to the door, glanced at the beautiful young woman standing respectfully at the door, and then went into the room.

The room connected to the exhibition hall was an art studio. The studio was small, only five square meters, and there was little furniture inside. Some newly painted paintings were displayed on the four walls, and in the center was an easel. In front of the easel was a chair, and on the chair was a young man wearing a painter's hat and pastoral clothes. The young man had handsome features and a gentle temperament. Only half of his face was shown, and Zhou Yan thought he was a beautiful girl at first glance.

"Snap..." Qi

The studio door closed, leaving only Zhou Yan and Zhu Bo inside.

Zhu Bo held a palette in his right hand and a paintbrush in his other. After making a few dots on the palette, he then dabbed the paint on the canvas in front of him. Yi

"Bai Ze..." Lu

The Count of Asclepius turned around with His chair, revealing the painting on His easel.

"How do you like it?"

The painting on the easel is by Zhou Yan, painted in the freehand style, and you can tell it's by Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan became somewhat curious. *Bang!*

"You really enjoy drawing?"

Uncle Zhu turned back around, flipped the painting he had just finished over, and began to scribble on a new sheet of white paper.

"I've lived for tens of thousands of years, and besides sleeping and eating, I always have to find something to do."

Zhou Yan looked around.

"Where is Zhu Jiuyin?"

"Could you... Brother Zhu come out and meet me?"

Aruna said that Bai Ze and Zhu Jiuyin were of the same generation. Zhou Yan could only call Zhu Jiuyin "brother" or "uncle" at most, which Zhu Jiuyin could not accept.

Uncle Zhu said without turning his head.

"I thought you knew that Father died long ago..."

Zhou Yan's eyes widened, and he took a step back.

"No wonder……"

Zhou Yan suddenly realized.

"No wonder you sided with the Goddess Houtu."

Zhu Jiuyin is the god of Zhangwei Mountain, and Zhangwei Mountain is Zhu Jiuyin's divine kingdom. With Zhu Jiuyin's status, even if he is not as powerful as the Heavenly Emperor, he is still a great god who can dominate a region and be a local tyrant.

However, as the eldest son of Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Bo was referred to by Houtu Niangniang as one of her most promising children.

At the time, Zhou Yan didn't think much of it. After all, what did it matter to him, a great god of the Nuwa faction, about the relationship between Zhu Bo and Hou Tu Niangniang? But now, after being reminded by Zhu Bo, Zhou Yan realized that if Zhu Jiuyin were still alive, Hou Tu Niangniang probably wouldn't be able to be so intimate with Zhu Bo.

Houtu Niangniang is about to betroth Bixia Yuanjun to Zhubo, which clearly shows that she considers Zhubo as family.

Uncle Zhu paused on the paper with his paintbrush, then resumed painting after a short while.

“My father perished at Zhangwei Mountain. Without the illumination of the Candle Dragon, Zhangwei Mountain was covered by chaotic Yin and Yang, and the divine kingdom was destroyed. I could only escape with a few brothers and sisters and rely on the Goddess Houtu.”

Zhou Yan sighed.

"At least you survived."

I must have died in my past life.

"and many more……"

Zhou Yan slapped his forehead, and the young man asked somewhat flusteredly.

"Nephew, have you inherited your father's..."

Zhu Bo stopped painting. On the paper in front of him was a divine dragon with its whole body in blood red. A thin mist surrounded the dragon, and its eyes were filled with blood-red light. But outside of this blood-red light, the darkness was clearly a layer lighter.

Uncle Zhu shook his head.

"No, the darkness over your area wasn't caused by me."

Zhou Yan: "..."

Zhu Jiuyin died long ago.

So why is it that it's still dark when it's only noon in your area?

Previously, on the outskirts of Luomen City, while waiting for Zhu Bo to be resurrected, Zhou Yan looked at the sky and wondered where that old bastard Zhu Jiuyin was hiding, secretly watching him.

As it turns out, Zhu Jiuyin had already died long ago.

Uncle Zhu began adding scales to the blood-red dragon on his drawing paper, talking as he did so.

"Lord Bai Ze, do you know what the chaos of Yin and Yang is?"

"That's easy," Zhou Yan replied.

"Gonggong angrily struck Buzhou Mountain, causing the pillar of heaven to collapse. A region of the mortal world was plunged into complete darkness, and Zhujiuyin held a candle to illuminate the area."

This chaotic Yin and Yang is the strange phenomenon of the sun and moon losing their light and cause and effect being reversed after the collapse of the Heavenly Pillar. The Candle Dragon is just right to dispel the chaotic Yin and Yang.

Uncle Zhu sighed.

"After my father died, chaos reigned again, and none of my brothers inherited his supernatural powers, so we couldn't survive in the chaos."

Jiu Zhouyan stared at Zhu Bo for a moment, and thought, "Well, Zhu Bo's mother isn't a dragon, but a white elephant."

The dragon has nine sons. This Zhulong probably didn't care much when choosing a wife, doing all sorts of things, resulting in a bunch of children, but only a few of them inherited his supernatural powers.

Arona was also a descendant of Zhulong, but his own supernatural powers were merely illusions, fundamentally different from Zhulong, the fire spirit red dragon.

"We could only leave from Zhangwei Mountain. After attaching ourselves to the Goddess Houtu, I went to Zhangwei Mountain many times, hoping to find my father's remains and obtain the Candle Dragon Lamp..."

Zhulong, Zhulong, the dragon that holds a candle, this Zhulong lamp can dispel the chaos of Yin and Yang, and is a treasure manifested by the ancestor of fire essence within Zhulong's body.

"But let alone finding the Candle Dragon Lamp, after the chaos of Yin and Yang, the universe is reversed, and cause and effect are hard to find. I can't even find my father's remains."

"Even now..."

Lingzhubo turned over his drawing of Zhujiuyin, the essence of a fire dragon, revealing a brand new sheet of paper.

Uncle Zhu took out a charcoal pencil and, with a few quick strokes, drew a white-haired beast.

Uncle Zhu used the tip of his pen to apply highlighter to the eyes of the white-haired beast before speaking again.

"Bai Ze, you've appeared. I merely informed my father of your whereabouts, and my father, who had been dead for tens of thousands of years, suddenly reacted."

Uncle Zhu reached out and snapped his fingers.

The curtains inside the studio were opened, revealing the window behind them.

When Zhou Yan arrived, it was still daylight in the city, but now it was already dark outside the window.

Zhou Yan stared at all this with his mouth slightly agape.

It seems that Zhu Jiuyin is truly watching me; wherever I go, Zhu Jiuyin sees me.

Sure enough, the city has turned dark; it's clear that Zhu Jiuyin forcibly turned this place into night.

Zhu Bo finished drawing Zhou Yan's mythological form, and then looked out the window with Zhou Yan.

"My father treated you..."

Uncle Zhu said with a hint of self-deprecation.

"They seem to value it more than we kids do."

Zhou Yan's face was full of strange expressions.

"Just because I've made your sister call me 'Grandpa' for hundreds of years?"

Honestly, although it sounds embarrassing for Arona to call him grandpa, it's not like Arona would come looking for revenge even after he's dead, is it?

The fox king of Qingqiu, Su Yinjun, was deceived by his past life for hundreds of years, and even read his love letter to his face before he was so angry that he wanted to kill him.

Uncle Zhu shook his head.

"I don't know, but you can ask yourself."

"Um, how should I ask?"

Zhu Bo looked at Zhou Yan with a smile.

"certainly……"

Two sparks ignited in Zhu Bo's eyes. Lu

There was a whooshing sound of wind outside the window.

"It's best to ask face-to-face."

Zhu Bo's voice deepened, and the man flipped the painting back over. The original picture of the white-haired beast was covered up, and the portrait of Zhu Jiuyin, whose entire body was crimson and whose eyes shone with red light, returned.

Thick black fog surged in from around Zhu Bo's studio. As if sensing something, the fog didn't churn wildly, but instead moved in unison towards Zhu Bo's painting, approaching, touching it, until it crashed into the painting itself.

Zhou Yan once heard a joke about a new employee who had just joined a large company and wanted to show off. So he searched on Baidu for how to print out GIFs.

Compared to having animated GIFs on one's own report, it would definitely be much more eye-catching. (Yue)

Back then, Zhou Yan, young and naive to the point of childishness, even seriously considered how to print an animated image on a piece of paper. (Fei)

Does it require special ink or a special printing method? Skirt

Later I realized it was a joke; at least modern technology can't possibly print a GIF on a regular piece of paper.

Of course, technology can't achieve that, but supernatural powers can.

The portrait of Zhu Jiuyin, which had absorbed the black energy, began to move.

The red dragon writhed, its blood-red eyes flashing, and white breaths continuously spewing out from its two nostrils.

Zhou Yan stared at the picture for a while, and the omniscient answer was that it was a kind of magic called Senluo Wanxiang. This magic could use pictures and words to cast the effects of various divine artifacts.

After a while, the sound of wind was accompanied by a weak and feeble voice.

"Bai Ze..."

"Ok?"

A hysterical voice roared out.

"Lu Wu, Lu Wu is at Zhangwei Mountain!"

"Watch out for Lu Wu!"

"careful!"

“Lu! I…”

Chapter Six: Resurrection

Zhangwei Mountain, in front of a city.

A girl dressed in mountaineering clothes stood at the city gate, her gaze fixed on the various buildings inside the city shrouded in black mist.

This black mist is the embodiment of the disordered yin and yang, devouring matter and flesh, concealing all living beings, and its diffuse appearance is irregular and ever-changing.

The girl standing at the city gate stared at the irregularly spreading black mist around her with her beautiful eyes. At first, the girl's expression was calm, but after watching for half a minute, two blushes slowly appeared on the girl's fair face.

Then his chest heaved, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes stared blankly.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The girl patted her face with both hands. Despite the pain, she regained some consciousness and then looked back at the city gate.

The girl said angrily.

"Centered!"