In the ancient painting, the Immortal in the Purple Sash Robe of the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams looked perfectly at ease. His eyes were half closed, as though he were deep in contemplation. Smoke Aura swirled in the reflection of the Yin-Yang Mirror in his left hand, while streams of light wound around the Water-Fire Blade in his right.
As soon as the moonlight spilled across it, the painted smoke and light spread outward. The seemingly ordinary portrait appeared to come alive: smoke and light overflowed from the painting and curled through the air around it.
At the sight of this strange change in the Patriarch's portrait, Hui Shuo Zi immediately asked, "Venerable Master, is this...?"
Daoyinzi waved a hand. "There is no cause for alarm. This is as it should be." Then he told Chen Cuo, "Clear your mind and feel it."
As he spoke, his withered body and face began to recover before their eyes. His shriveled skin and flesh filled out once more.
His vitality and spirit surged ever higher. The Spirit Light and Magic Power within him rose like a flood at boiling point, then overflowed through his pores and seven orifices!
"Yes."
Chen Cuo had his doubts at the sight of his Venerable Master, but when the Bright Moon shone upon him and the Patriarch's portrait changed, he sensed something in the Netherworld. His own will stirred restlessly, as if it wanted to burst free of the cage of his body!
So even amid his confusion, he had begun to form a guess. At the instruction, he held his breath and focused.
At once, Chen Cuo sensed a faint, ancient aura rippling out from every side of the Daoist Temple.
In that instant, he discerned within it the stilling of time and the freezing of all