The person in the portrait wore a simple gray robe. His figure was thin, his brows were like swords, and his eyes shone with spirit, bright as the blazing sun.
Reflected behind his head was a black-and-white Tai Chi Eight Trigrams Diagram, radiating a peculiar Dao rhythm from the inside out.
The person who had embroidered this portrait possessed superb skill. Once it was fully unfurled, it almost merged completely with the surrounding environment, as if Song Changsheng himself were standing there.
Judging from the traces left on the scroll, this portrait should have had quite a few years to it.
"What does the envoy mean by this?" Song Changsheng tapped the wooden armrest lightly with his fingers, sounding somewhat careless.
Ever since he had broken through to the Golden Core Stage, never mind portraits, he had received no fewer than a hundred sculptures made of various materials. Now they were all piled up in the warehouse, gathering dust.
Although the one presented by the Snake Human Race contained a trace of Dao rhythm, to him, it was only so-so.
Moyuan said solemnly, "Reporting to True Lord, this portrait was made more than three thousand eight hundred years ago, when our clan's High Priest Mo Ming used the source of his life as a guide and divined the fate and future of our clan before the Ancestral Spirit Statue.
On that day, blood tears flowed from the holy statue's eyes and dripped into the holy water in the sacrificial basin, forming a human image.
In the end, the High Priest personally embroidered it into this picture, and it has been passed down to this day.
You are the future of the Snake Spirit Race. We have waited three thousand six hundred years for you."
As soon as these words came