The Ink-Splash Immortal Painting

Bai Qiuran was in the midst of the painting, wrapped up layer upon layer by the Painting. The Painting clung tightly to his body, bursting out into a human shape, as if trying to swallow him into the painting.

The Black Snake King descended from mid-air and saw the White Bear King forming Magic Incantation as he emerged from his army formation. The White Bear King was covered in cold sweat, and behind him was a large group of elite Monster Race who had formed Formation to provide him with Mana support.

He looked to his left and right and found that apart from his own Demon King, all the other Demon King had been beaten to the point of near death by Bai Qiuran. Currently, his side still had four unharmed Demon King left, while the other side only had the White Bear King and the White Fox King left.

Chance!

Without hesitation, the Black Snake King raised his hand, his Demon Essence surging and transforming into a cloud of Poison Cloud gathered in his palm.

"Don't even think about it!"

Five or six beams of Divine Light shot out from the shattered mountain below, scattering the Poison Cloud gathered by the Black Snake King. The White Fox King, covered in dust, rushed out from under the mountain and used his folding Folding Fan to block the Black Snake King.

At this moment, the White Bear King unleashed his Mana again, and the giant painting in the sky was already showing signs of sucking Bai Qiuran.

Suddenly, the giant painting expanded with a rumble, and countless blazing white Sword Qi shot out from the gaps in the Painting, transforming into a sky full of sword shadows that pierced the White Bear King's body, leaving it riddled with bloody holes.

Blood kept flowing from the White Bear King's mouth and nose, but he still persisted in closing the scroll. With the support of the hundreds of elite Monster Race behind him, the Painting suddenly closed, successfully capturing Bai Qiuran inside.

"Not good!"

The Black Snake King was startled and turned to his allied Demon King, shouting, "Stop that bear!"

Upon hearing this, the White Crocodile King, Eagle King, and Flower King rushed towards the heavily injured White Bear King and launched an attack. However, it was too late; the White Bear King had already manipulated the giant painting to block their attacks.

This giant painting was incredibly powerful. It not only contained the Human Race Sword Ancestor, but also, under the control of the White Bear King, it suddenly swept towards the four Demon Kings. The four Demon Kings of the Western Demon Realm were completely powerless to resist and were absorbed into the Painting.

The White Bear King stretched out his hand, and the giant painting shrank and folded into an ordinary ancient painting, which landed in his hand. Then he turned to the White Fox King and shouted, "Go!"

The White Fox King opened his Folding Fan, and light emanated from it, drawing the four critically wounded and dying individuals— the Flying Tiger King, the Ape King, the Dragon King, and Cloud Kun Chancellor— into the fan. Just as he was about to leave with the White Bear King, a chilling voice filled with murderous intent came from behind him.

Where are you going?

The music was like thunder, carrying a chilling intent, like a stampede of a thousand horses crashing against the White Fox King's defenses. At the same time, a rain of Sword Qi swept across the sky, the very piece Su Xiangxue was playing, "Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning."

The White Fox King gave a wry smile. His nine tails stretched out like a peacock spreading its tail feathers. He opened and closed his Folding Fan, exerting all his strength, and released a sky full of divine Divine Light.

The Sword Qi and Divine Light collided, instantly ravaging the surrounding scenery and leaving it in ruins.

The White Fox King withdrew from the aftershocks, wiped the blood from the corner of its mouth, and then transformed into a streak of white light, flying away into the distance without looking back.

Behind him, a white shadowy figure followed relentlessly.

"Ouch."

After being swallowed by the giant painting, Bai Qiuran found herself in another small world, with green mountains and flowing water, a bright sun in the sky, and a small village nestled in the mountains, which looked very pleasant.

He clicked his tongue as he looked around at the scenery, then took Wisdom Immortal from his waist and asked, "Wisdom Immortal, can you tell me what kind of treasure this is?"

"Um?"

Wisdom Immortal seemed to be dozing. Although he had lost his body and Souls and could no longer sleep, he would use this "abandoning thought" method to relax himself when he was extremely bored, allowing himself to enter a sleep-like state to pass the time.

Upon hearing Bai Qiuran's call, he awoke, the green Soulfire flickering in his eyes, and he quickly deciphered the origin of the treasure.

"This Magic Treasure is called the Ink-Splash Immortal Painting '."

Wisdom Immortal replied, "It's an Immortals from the Kai Ming Period... That's strange. When was the Kai Ming Period? Was it an era even earlier than the Eastern Azure Immortal Dynasty? How could a relic of Immortals end up in the Demon Realm and fall into the hands of the Monster Race?"

"Solving one problem creates three more."

Bai Qiuran closed his eyes, sensed the situation for a moment, and then said, "Very good. The Northern Demon Realm and the Imperial Capital Army have retreated. The Black Snake King and his three companions have also been brought in. Xiangxue is in pursuit... Everything is proceeding according to plan."

"Will this allow us to fish out the remaining two maps?"

Wisdom Immortal couldn't help but ask.

"At least we can fish out one."

Bai Qiuran took out the tattered Map Fragment from his Storage Bag; he had already marked it.

"Regardless, this is a relic left behind by the Great Ancestor of the Monster Race. The Demon King of the Northern Demon Realm might not care, but Cloud Kun Chancellor will definitely try to take it back from me. Moreover, this painting is not just about sealing people into another dimension, is it?"

"Yes."

Wisdom Immortal replied, "This painting will constantly generate various illusory Immortals to attack anyone who enters. Each Immortals immortal possesses the strength of Earth Immortal."

"Such a high level of cultivation?"

Bai Qiuran blinked.

"The owner of this painting must not be some simple Immortals, right?"

"Yes, the message from Great Wisdom says that the original owner of this painting was an Immortal Venerable."

Wisdom Immortal's voice sounded somewhat lost.

"Is the Immortal Venerable... a rank above the Earth Immortal, existing only in the Immortal Realm?"

"Perhaps."

Bai Qiuran took a step.

"Look, all I have to do is lure that Splash-Ink Immortal to attack me, and then I'll pretend to be overwhelmed and get seriously injured and unconscious. Isn't that a great script?"

"Great, but how do you strike the right balance?"

Wisdom Immortal replied, "As a major threat to the Monster Race, if your acting is too fake, no one will believe you."

"That's easy."

After thinking for Bai Qiuran replied, "I'll only use one-twentieth or one-thirtieth of my strength, without considering the self-regenerating True Qi. Once I'm done, I'll play dead and fight as hard as I can."

"That works too, give it a try."

Wisdom Immortal looked ahead.

"They've arrived."

Bai Qiuran looked up and saw that on the gentle hillside in front of him, an ink-like stain had suddenly appeared.

This piece of ink changed unpredictably in mid-air, and finally transformed into an old immortal with undressed and big belly, stumbling, naive, all the facial features squeezed into a ball, and a sloppy beard.

It lifted its foot Bai Qiuran, a faint ink-like color rising around its feet, forming a Cloudmist that accompanied it.

Then, it let out a chuckle, stretched out its fist, and, as if drunk, wobbled as it punched Bai Qiuran.