Another half hour passed, and the system did not assign any more tasks to Wu Yue. Meanwhile, Yan Chiyu's phone showed that there were still five participants remaining.
The two exchanged a glance and decided to wait a little longer, without forcibly driving them away. The power left behind by Bai Tang in the bamboo tube was stirring restlessly, as if hinting at some clue. The group then followed the long path it pointed to, and after a long while, they stopped.
A huge scroll lay before me, depicting an ancient and elegant house. Behind the house, distant mountains were shrouded in mist, with wisps of smoke rising as if from the scroll itself, creating a scene of ethereal beauty.
This painting is more like a curtain, larger than a person, and upon closer inspection, it completely blocks out the surrounding scenery.
Yan Chiyu stared at the painting with a furrowed brow, murmuring softly, "This is no ordinary painting. Did you notice? Everything in this painting is moving. Though subtle, the wind, the shadows of the trees, the rolling stones, even a tiny ant are all moving..."
“I read about this in a book before. When a feng shui master’s skills reach a certain level, he can construct a small world. This world can project the memories that the owner does not want to forget but is afraid of forgetting, whether good or bad, joyful or sorrowful. Once the small world is constructed, the memories he projects will repeat again and again, like a movie playing out.”
Wu Yue was somewhat surprised, as this scroll contained immense spiritual power and could only be painted by someone with extraordinary strength.
She could sense that the painting was full of spiritual energy, and even she had to expend a lot of effort to achieve it.
“I’ve passed by here a few times,” Bai Ze suddenly spoke, a smile appearing on his face. “This place is my favorite place in this space.”
"What's so special about it?" Yan Chiyu turned around and glanced at him.
"Every time I enter the painting, I can relive the events that happened in the world of mountains and seas. This space... is what the Moon Maiden called the Realm of Fullness and Decline. I fell here nearly ten thousand years ago, without any relatives or friends. The last time it was lively was more than twenty years ago. But that's not important. Let's continue talking about the painting. The world in the painting is the happiest time for me. I plucked the white tiger's fur, took care of the cubs for the old Black Tortoise, drank wine with the Azure Dragon and admired the Milky Way, was watched by the people of the mountains and seas, and accompanied the Book God. We talked and laughed under the sun, moon and stars, often went to pick fruit from the phoenix's house, and were chased all over the mountains and flew all over the sky... In short, I really like this painting."
Bai Ze paused, looking at the faintly flowing stream on the scroll: "But it can't be entered at any time. This scroll seems to have a personality, who knows what it is. Perhaps only those with a destiny can enter? I'm on time every day, but I can't enter every day."
"Was there anything unusual when you went in? Or how did you get in? Was there any change in your surroundings?"
"Hmm... It's as if a drop of thick ink has been placed on the scroll by a high-quality wolf-hair brush, causing the surrounding water to distort slightly, and then people are sucked in, just like Miss Yue... Ah! Miss Yue!"
Bai Ze's expression changed, it was hard to tell whether it was envy or worry.
Yan Chiyu looked around and found himself suddenly alone, his mind heavy with worry.
"Constructing a scroll allows one to relive beautiful memories like Bai Ze; however, it also makes one a passerby in the scroll's owner's memory—a person, an object, or... an important person. Legend has it that some people who went in never came out again."
Even knowing that Wu Yue possessed formidable strength, Yan Chiyu couldn't help but worry: "Bai Ze, keep an eye on this painting for me. If anything seems amiss, I'll destroy it."
Destroy it or something... I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it!
Bai Ze remained silent for a moment, then replied, "I understand."
Yan Chiyu's concerns were not unfounded, because what awaited Wu Yue was a double burden of memories and responsibilities.
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