Outside the painting, Su Jiu, who had been studying it, suddenly went blank.
The others did not know what had happened, but Chu Luohen did. Her divine soul had left her body.
Yet Su Jiu had always been cautious. She would never willingly send her divine soul into this painting unless some other force within it had drawn her inside.
Before Chu Luohen could think it through, however, Su Jiu's divine soul abruptly returned to her body. She spat out a mouthful of blood, instantly staining the front of her robes red.
Jin Chen and the others jumped in fright and gathered around her, asking what had happened.
As though she had not heard them, Su Jiu endured the pain tearing through her soul and thought back to what she had just seen, unable to calm herself for a long while.
More than anything, Su Jiu wondered what exactly she had seen.
Su Jiu raised her head and looked toward the section of the painting with the crack.
A figure stepped in front of her. When Su Jiu looked up, she saw a face as black as the bottom of a pot.
"You can't look at this painting again."
Su Jiu shook her head. "There's a secret hidden in this painting. I keep feeling it has something to do with that great war ten thousand years ago."
An unusual look flashed through Chu Luohen's eyes. "I've already examined it. It does have something to do with that."
Su Jiu's expression grew more serious. "You looked through this painting from beginning to end? And your divine soul wasn't drawn inside?"
Chu Luohen nodded.
"Then, were there a pair of eyes in this painting...?"
Chu Luohen frowned. "What eyes?"
"A pair of eyes with black and red threads covering the whites, and