"Dao Ancestor, this tomb depicted the scene of an ancient great sect transmitting its teachings. I heard it belonged to a Heaven and Earth Saint, whose saintly name echoed through the ages—the Sword Saint. Half the disciples under him became immortals; not even the Daoist sects of the present Immortal Dao Era have ever recreated such a magnificent sight."
Ling Gufeng stroked his beard from afar, speaking with a touch of sentimental pride. "For my Ling Clan to possess such a mural inheritance truly means our blessings run deep."
It would not be an exaggeration to say that this mural could suppress the fortune of the Ling Clan!
Chen Xun nodded as though it were only natural, his gaze lingering upon it for a long time without another word.
"The battering of time, the rift between the real and illusory across eras... truly wondrous."
Chen Xun murmured inwardly, a smile gradually curling at the corner of his lips. "Though this mural is ugly, it is the finest painting I have ever seen. Marvelous, marvelous..."
Without realizing it, he had gained a new layer of insight into the Dao of painting.
Yet after seeing this mural, that sense of division between the reality and illusion of time slowly permeated Chen Xun's heart, gradually enveloping his entire body and mind.
"The Chaos Ancient Road, the killing tribulations of time... it seems they are far from over." His observing gaze gradually turned complicated, but in the end, he inexplicably smiled with easy detachment. "Still, the dead deserve respect."
Chen Xun actually took out a suona from his Storage Ring and began to play. The melody rose and fell in rhythmic cadences, brimming with joy.
The Yu Family Third Ancestors, who had been immersed in the mural's story, all shuddered upon hearing the suona.