The Descent of Darkness

"What is this...?"

Luo Chen's gaze moved across the drawing board, and he was greatly surprised by what it depicted.

"It was... an inspiration I happened upon, I suppose. I can't really describe that feeling, so I wanted to record it."

Jiang Yingxue came back to herself and gently brushed her fingers over the drawing board before her, her tone complicated.

"I always inexplicably think of certain scenes, but they're always fragmented, with very little information."

"When this scene first appeared, it was so shocking that I wanted to paint it. Perhaps it might bring me new inspiration."

Looking at the somewhat melancholy girl before him, Luo Chen noticed that the karma entwining her had undergone a slight change.

"If you think of any more inspirations in the future, you can tell me. I'm rather curious about those seven mysterious beings on the falling stars."

Luo Chen smiled, thinking of the dark army beyond the heavens.

Could those seven mysterious beings in the painting, each occupying their own domain, be seven powerful figures from the dark army?

Or was there some other reason?

No, that wasn't right either. Jiang Yingxue had no cultivation—how could she sense the changes beyond the heavens? Even if it were a prophecy, it seemed unlikely.

Hearing this, Jiang Yingxue swept away her former melancholy and said happily, "Master, you think my painting has a sense of artistic conception too, don't you?"

"Actually, I've always felt that these scenes either appeared in the past, or are scenes that will happen in the future."

"Ever since I was little, I've always felt that I was special."

"Could that Sacred Dynasty lord's refusal to let me cultivate also have something to do with my being able to receive these inspirations?"

"Could I be the reincarnation of an immortal?"