"Dao Ancestor, this tomb depicts the scene of an ancient grand sect transmitting its teachings. I heard it belonged to a Heavenly Saint, whose saintly name echoed through the ages—the Sword Saint. Half the disciples beneath him became Immortals. Not even the Dao Sects of the present Immortal Dao Era have ever recreated such a magnificent sight."
Ling Gufeng stroked his beard from afar, his voice carrying a hint of sentimental pride. "For my Ling Clan to possess such a mural inheritance, our blessings and fortune are truly profound."
It would not be an exaggeration to say that this mural could suppress the Ling Clan's very destiny!
Chen Xun nodded as if it were only natural. His gaze lingered upon it for a long while, and he did not utter another word.
"The battering of the ages, the fracture between an era's reality and illusion... truly wondrous."
Chen Xun murmured inwardly, the corners of his lips slowly lifting into a smile. "Though this mural is ugly, it is the finest painting I have ever seen. Exquisite, exquisite..."
Without realizing it, he had gained a new layer of insight into the Painting Dao.
Yet after Chen Xun saw this mural, that sense of fracture between the reality and illusion of the ages slowly spread through his heart, gradually veiling his entire body and mind.
"The Chaos Ancient Road, the Ageslaughter Tribulation... it seems they are far, far from over." The look in his eyes gradually turned complicated. In the end, however, he smiled with inexplicable ease. "Still, the dead deserve the greatest respect."
At that moment, Chen Xun actually took out a suona from his storage ring and began to play. Its notes rose and fell in lively rhythm, brimming with joy.
The Yu Clan's three ancestors, who had been immersed