The scroll continued to flow wildly, quickly moving from Emperor Yan's middle age to his old age, until only Emperor Yan remained in the scroll.
He stood atop a mountain amidst thunder and lightning, a cauldron for alchemy hovering in mid-air. He seemed to be defying heaven and earth, his long hair flying wildly, his body entwined with lightning.
Shen Qian recognized the appearance of the cauldron; it was the same cauldron in the hand of the Shennong statue.
This was the day Emperor Yan broke through to become a "Heavenly Mandate Alchemist," and also the day the "Classic of Herbs" was officially published.
At this moment, Chen Qian's figure seemed to have become so illusory that it was as if just one more straw would break the camel's back and completely crush him.
But it wasn't just straw that came.
As if sensing the danger, the pulling force in the surrounding world began to go crazy, and the huge scroll that stretched across the world reappeared, directly enveloping Shenqian.
Just when it seemed that everything was too late and the scroll was about to completely devour Chen Qian, the Flame Emperor, who was standing in mid-air fighting against heaven and earth, suddenly paused. Then, his originally illusory figure suddenly became solid.
"After a thousand years, this day has finally come."
A hint of relief appeared in Emperor Yan's weathered eyes. He then rolled up his sleeves, transforming into a towering figure a thousand meters tall, standing before the painting and blocking its encroachment with a single hand.
The scroll began to tremble violently, but no matter how hard it tried, Emperor Yan remained unmoved, firmly creating a space for Chen Qian.
Thus, although Shen Qian's figure was illusory, it never dissipated, and the divine light in his eyes became more and more brilliant.
Until a certain moment, the divine light in Shen Qian's eyes finally reached its peak, and everything came to a standstill.
"receive!"
Shen Qian indifferently stretched out his palm and reached out to grab the huge scroll from afar.
After a brief tremor, the scroll, with a kind of unwilling roar, began to shrink smaller and smaller, eventually transforming into a scroll less than half a meter long, which flew towards Shen Qian's hand.
"It's done..."
Having witnessed the entire process, Shen Qian was immediately invigorated.
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