There was actually nothing special about Dao Painting—at least, that was how Jiang Yuechu felt.
The instant it touched her palm, it silently dissolved into specks of faint starlight, spreading along her fingertips before finally sinking entirely beneath her white robes.
And then, there was nothing more.
The sensation truly felt somewhat unreal.
Jiang Yuechu frowned and sank into thought.
Could this Dao Painting be a fake?
Or perhaps, because of the panel's existence, just as when she had entered the Ink-Point Realm and Tower-Climbing Realm, the system had forcibly blocked it out?
The moment that doubtful thought arose—
The next instant.
A dense mass of chaotic emotions suddenly exploded in the depths of her mind.
At the same time, the wilderness before her abruptly shattered into fragments, transforming into a vast, boundless expanse of deep space.
The stars shifted, constellations filled the heavens.
Every single star was an obsession left behind by a living being.
The desire to live, the desire to die, greed, infatuation, resentment...
The violent tearing sensation made Jiang Yuechu bend over sharply, both hands clamped tightly around her head.
"Fuck..."
She did everything she could to suppress those obsessions that seeped in through every crack, yet the moment she forced down one wave, even fiercer thoughts surged back in retaliation.
Jiang Yuechu clenched her teeth tightly, and soon, hoarse, low gasps began to escape her throat.
It was hard to imagine how that White Elephant, merely in the Tower-Climbing Realm, had endured these things for so many years.
It said its heart had died.
If its heart had died, had its ears gone deaf too?!
As Jiang Yuechu cursed inwardly, a savage expression surfaced on her cold face.
"Get... out!"
Boom.
As her words fell, the Central Palace within her began to operate frantically.
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