Wang Lin once thought about carving Luo Chuan's wood carving, but because the strength gap between him and himself was so big, there was almost no possibility.
Every time you carve, you will feel the majestic energy in the Luo Chuan wood carving, and you will even feel like you are Nascent Soul Realm broken.
Luo Chuan put one hand behind his back, moved his fingers under the embroidered robe slightly, and the file on the table flew smoothly in front of him, while he personally carved his own wood carving for Wang Lin.
Looking at the wooden sculpture in front of him, Wang Lin felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if this was no longer an ordinary magic weapon. I am afraid that even a strong person in the Yingbian Realm period could be injured by it.
"I'll give it to you to understand the artistic conception." Luo Chuan put his wood carving on the cabinet, touched his chin, and said, "The appearance is pretty good. As for whether you can understand the artistic conception in it, it depends on your own ability."
"I have no idea about other artistic conceptions. I want to understand my own artistic conception... but... I don't know what artistic conception is."
At this moment, Wang Lin was a little confused. Looking at the wood carving in front of him, an imperceptible solemn look flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't know what his artistic conception was.
He once thought about comprehending other people's artistic conceptions, but he was only at the Nascent Soul Realm stage and was not qualified to comprehend the artistic conceptions of the Spirit Severing Realm strong men. Therefore, he could only stay here and comprehend his own artistic conception.
Luo Chuan sat on the chair, picked up the wood carving on the table, and said, "Have you ever had any artistic conception in your mind?"
"The idea of artistic conception..." Wang Lin was silent for a moment and replied, "I don't even know what artistic conception is now, let alone artistic conception."
"The wood carvings left behind by my predecessors have some artistic conception, which can bring out the strength of the Yingbian Realm period, but in the end, it still cannot make me truly understand the artistic conception."
Luo Chuan took off the wine gourd from his waist and took a sip. He waved his right hand forward slowly, and at the same time Exiled Immortal Artistic Conception was released, causing the space in front of him to suddenly turn into Shuimo color.
With the release of Exiled Immortal Artistic Conception, Wang Lin's pupils shrank suddenly, and the power of the Nascent Soul Realm all over his body surged uncontrollably, as if he was about to be crushed by this Shuimo space!
He had experienced the lingering power of the artistic conception in the wood carvings of his predecessors, but he had never imagined that the real artistic conception could be so terrifying.
The world in front of you seems to be shrouded in rice paper, the distant mountains are like black daisy, and the flowing water is filled with ink. Every wisp of air is as ethereal as Exiled Immortal, but it also contains pressure that can tear Nascent Soul Realm apart.
Wang Lin subconsciously took half a step back, pinching his fingertips to stabilize his breath, but Shuimo's invisible power in the space actually flowed upstream along his meridians, making his throat feel sweet.
What shocked Wang Lin even more was that there was no killing intention in this artistic conception, but it made his heart palpitate more than the all-out blow from the strong man in the Yingbian Realm period.
Just like an ant looking up at the sky, he clearly perceives the gap between himself and the Tao.
"This... is this the artistic conception of the Spirit Severing Realm?"
Wang Lin's voice trembled, and he stared at the Shuimo landscape outlined by Luo Chuan's hand with his hand, and there was a roar in his mind.
His previous understanding of artistic conception was just an extension of the power of the strong, but now he realized that artistic conception was a terrifying existence that could distort the rules of heaven and earth and create a small world of its own!
"This is my Exiled Immortal Artistic Conception. You can comprehend it as much as you want. As for the artistic conception you want, it all depends on your own ability."
Luo Chuan stood with his hands behind his hands, stepped to the door, glanced slightly sideways, looked at Wang Lin in the room, and said softly, "You once struggled in a desperate situation and climbed up from the mountain of corpses Blood Sea. Hidden in the Nascent Soul Realm is not only spiritual power, but also the Tao that has not yet been awakened."
"The artistic conception of this world never comes out of thin air. Some people realize the vastness of mountains and rivers, and some realize the brilliance of stars. And your roots are in the thorns every step you take."
"It's the obsession when you're on the verge of being broken, it's the sharp edge when you emerge from a desperate situation, it's the resilience that dares to walk through the valley of the shadow of death while still holding on to a glimmer of hope."
Luo Chuan raised his hand and tapped the space of Shuimo. A wisp of ink-colored mist condensed into a dead tree, and in an instant new buds appeared. "You see, withering and prosperity have the same source. Destruction and establishment are not two different ways. If you can understand the true meaning of this extreme contrast, your artistic conception will naturally emerge."
"As for my words, you know as much as you can, Wang Lin, so you can take care of yourself."
Luo Chuan glanced at Wang Lin meaningfully, turned around, and disappeared from the spot, leaving only the energy fluctuations emanating from the air.
Wang Lin looked at Luo Chuan who had left, pondered for a moment, and said, "What does this sentence mean..."
In the next few years, Luo Chuan enjoyed life in his mansion, while his spiritual consciousness expanded throughout the Four Sects Alliance, thus supervising every move of his disciples.
Now the artistic conception of A-Dai is almost complete. It only takes more than ten years to make a breakthrough in his artistic conception and officially enter the realm of the Spirit Severing Realm.
As for the War God Hall Progenitor Feng Luan, because her talent is there, it is estimated that it will take decades to truly understand the artistic conception.
"It seems that it won't be long before Snow Domain State will attack Four Sects Alliance."
In the past few years, Luo Chuan could often feel the strong Snow Domain State Spirit Severing Realm appearing nearby, obviously to investigate the overall strength of the Four Sects Alliance.
Now that it is winter, the falling snowflakes are also filled with special energy fluctuations. Only Spirit Severing Realm strong people can feel this kind of fluctuations in a real sense.
Luo Chuan caught the falling snowflakes with his right hand, felt the energy in it, and said calmly, "It's really interesting, but I don't know if Hong Die has broken through the Late Spirit Severing Realm realm."
"I have to work harder and strive to break through the Yingbian Realm stage as soon as possible, so that I can merge with myself, so that my cultivation can break through to the mid-Yingbian Realm stage."
Luo Chuan crushed the snowflakes in his hands hard, turned around and returned to the room. After driving everyone out, the attack Yingbian Realm began.
Yingbian Realm is completely different from the Spirit Severing Realm. It requires huge magical power to break through, while Four Sects Alliance is only Level 4 Cultivation Country, without any magical power at all.
Therefore, if you want to break through the Yingbian Realm stage, you need to rely on your own talent to have a chance.
As for how many years it will take, it all depends on your ability.
Luo Chuan sacrificed his magic weapon to guard the room, and at the same time, energy surged around his body, spreading out in all directions like a stormy sea.
Under the tyrannical shock wave, all the furniture in the entire room was shattered, and the void on both sides was transformed by the impact of this energy.
It gives people an unimaginable sense of oppression.
However, Luo Chuan looked calm, and started dancing with his fingers on his chest again. Various magic weapons appeared in the air, and he also planned to use the energy in Immortal Treasure to improve his realm.