Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Formation behind him was already loosening and looked ready to break at any moment, but Nie Yun still had no idea what to do. His brows knotted together.
"Do I have to copy it?"
Time waited for no one. With no room to think further, he raised a finger and gave it a gentle flick.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Immortal power gathered into ink, and a sheet of paper appeared in midair. With a thought, he copied the image before him perfectly.
Painting was one of the three thousand talents, and Nie Yun had long since awakened it. In less than half a breath, he reproduced the entire painting. The mountains and flowing water were identical, without the slightest discrepancy. Even its artistic conception surpassed the original.
Yet copying it revealed nothing unusual. The painting seemed entirely ordinary, as though it contained no martial technique at all.
"The master of the Heavenly Profound Hall let me pass so many trials. He wouldn't deceive me at the last one, would he? There must be something I haven't understood..."
Seeing that copying it had done no good, Nie Yun's expression grew uglier.
The seal behind him was moments from being torn apart, and he still had no clue. How could that not drive him mad?
"Haha! That makes nine strikes. The seal's about to split open. Let's see where you can run!"
Boom!
Fu Yuan's laughter rang out as the last layer of the seal was ripped apart. A violent force surged in.
Nie Yun could not dodge in time. The ferocious blast slammed him against the wall, flattening him like a pancake.
His opponent's strength was far beyond what he could withstand.
"Hmph. To tell the truth, it would be a shame for someone with