The Living Soul spun and plunged straight downward, crashing into the scroll.
Ripples immediately spread across the scroll's surface, and Qiu Yan's Living Soul vanished into it.
The next instant, Qiu Yan no longer sensed a shabby room or bright moonlight. Instead, he found himself amid shifting, kaleidoscopic colors, surrounded by a faint, dreamy fragrance.
The fragrance was light and warm, giving off a sense of comfort and ease. The moment Qiu Yan's Living Soul entered those hazy colors, the scent came from all Eight Directions, seeking to seep into his soul. At once, his soul went soft and limp, as though he were floating toward immortality; even the thoughts in his mind began to turn slowly.
"Hm?" With a soft sound of surprise, azure light flickered within his Living Soul, scattering and erasing the threads of dreamy fragrance that had seeped inside. All those sensations vanished in an instant.
"This painting is wondrous. It vaguely forms a space of its own, like the painted wall in the City God Temple. Yet whether it is that painted wall or this Painted Realm, both are truly made from People's Wishes and thoughts. They are worlds of consciousness, not reality. If a Living Soul sinks into them, it will ultimately become a single thought within that world of consciousness, losing itself forever."
Having understood this, Qiu Yan hesitated no longer. With a thought, dazzling azure light rose from his soul and whipped about like a long lash!
It swept through everything around him!
The hazy lights and fragrance were swept by the azure whip. The lights warped, the scent scattered, and an empty expanse was revealed. Then several screams rang out from within.
His Living Soul moved, flying toward the source of the cries. There was no up or down, east or