At last, it was time for the final reveal. Everyone's eyes converged here without prior agreement.
The scroll slowly unfurled, and an image emerged in midair: magnificent towers and jade halls like a Heavenly Palace, tiers of cloud steps built from soft white clouds and rosy mist, stretching all the way to the highest point.
At the summit of the clouds stood a lonely, desolate throne.
A woman in white was climbing the cloud steps, making her way toward the heavenly gates one step at a time.
There was nothing else in the painting. No divine light circulated, nor did strange phenomena bloom forth. The entire work appeared exceptionally tranquil, even... ordinary.
Compared with Fu Dongcheng's astonishing stroke of "putting the finishing touch on the dragon," which had caused a Divine Dragon to coil around the arena for so long, this painting was clearly far dimmer and plainer.
Seeing this, Kou Sen could not help but curl his lips in mockery. His tightly wound nerves instantly relaxed. His earlier worry that Zhou Jing might produce another earth-shaking work, as he had during the array-identification trial, now seemed to have been unnecessary overthinking.
Such a plain and ordinary painting was nothing to fear.
Lü Qingyu did not pay much attention to the painting's overall artistic conception. Yet her gaze was involuntarily drawn to the woman in white within it.
A doubt quietly arose in her heart. Why had Junior Brother painted a woman in white? Who exactly was she? Though it was merely a back view, she herself had never worn white... so it should not have been her.
Then who was it?
Nie Qingzhu was equally puzzled, secretly wondering who the woman beneath Zhou Jing's brush might be. Could it be that he favored white clothing? She could not help