When this golden light integrated into his body, Chu Yang felt his mind clear for a while. In his consciousness, the piece of paper turned into golden light all over the sky, and then a map was outlined.
All the information about this map poured into his memory.
After a long time, Chu Yang slowly opened his eyes, a bright light flashed across his eyes, and murmured to himself: "The Yang Pearl of Wangchen Pearl."
"Xiao Yangzi, what did you get?" Old Man Samsara asked curiously.
"A map about Wangchen Zhuyang Pearl," Chu Yang replied with some excitement: "This map was left by Emperor Wangchen.
After receiving his destiny, he wanted to find another Yin Pearl, but after searching for a long time, he didn't get any information.
After he became the Great Emperor, this Yang Pearl was no longer of much use to him. Before his ascension, he put the Yang Pearl somewhere.
I hope that one day the person who is destined to get the Yin Pearl can collect the Yin Yang Forgetting Pearl, and this map is the road map to the hidden place of the Yang Pearl."
"Is this all recorded on this piece of paper?" Old Man Samsara asked.
"Yes, teacher, as long as we get the Yang Pearl, the threat of the Yin Pearl can be eliminated," Chu Yang replied with a smile.
"Not only that, you can also master the Yin-Yang Avenue and soar into the sky," the old man Samsara said with a smile: "The Forgetting Pearl is the fourth-ranked existence on the list of rare objects in the world."
"Without further ado, teacher, I will set off to find Yang Zhu now," Chu Yang said with a smile.
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Right in front of the Painting Palace, the door leading inside is actually a painting.
In this painting, there is a gentle breeze, a few willow trees sway with the breeze, an endless river with no end in sight, and several fishing boats floating on the sparkling river.
On the shore not far from the fishing boat, there is a small hut in the green water and green mountains.
There are two big red lanterns hanging in front of the house, and the door is half-hidden.
It was such an extremely realistic painting. When Xu Zimo put his hand on the wooden door, he saw the light of the lantern in the painting flickering. His eyes went dark and he lost consciousness for an instant.
Everyone who entered the painting palace behind him used this method.
When Xu Zimo woke up, he found himself in a plain wilderness.
There was no one around. Xu Zimo looked around and had some thoughts in mind.
The test in this painting palace is divided into four levels. If you fail once, you will be expelled from the painting palace directly.
Not long after Xu Zimo left, he saw a dense maple forest ahead.
"Please find the only real maple leaf in these maple trees within a quarter of an hour."
Suddenly a majestic sound came from the sky, and the sound seemed to explode in my ears.
Xu Zimo raised his head slightly. There were at least hundreds of maple trees in this maple forest, and each maple tree had at least nearly a thousand leaves.
Among the tens of thousands of maple leaves, only one is real, so you can imagine how difficult it is to find it.
Xu Zimo took a deep breath, he knew the meaning of this test.
When a painter has reached the highest level, he can turn the objects in the painting into reality, just like painting without mercy.
But no matter how superb your painting skills are, there is still an essential gap between the objects it transforms and the real objects.
After all, creation is a matter of heaven and earth, and the various fates and causes involved, longevity cultivation, and the most complicated and complicated structure of the human body are all unimaginable.
A painter is still unable to complete the feat of creating things. The most they can do is imitate the heaven and earth and draw fake things.
In this huge maple forest, except for a maple leaf that grows independently between heaven and earth, everything else is painted.
The purpose of Hua Qingqing's arrangement of this level is to enable every painter who accepts his inheritance to distinguish the difference between reality and paintings.
Instead of indulging in the illusion of calligraphy and painting turning into reality.
Xu Zimo slowly closed his eyes. The World Pearl was very important to him, and he did not want to waste any more time.
The eyes can sometimes deceive you. If you want to find the real maple leaf, you must rely on your mind.
He let go of his thoughts, threw away all distracting thoughts, and put himself in an ethereal state.
Xu Zimo slowly ran the "Only Self-Refined Judgment" that he had practiced. At the beginning, his mind was still very impetuous.
But as time passed little by little, Xu Zimo felt silence in his ears, as if the whole world had stopped.
I was alone in the endless loneliness, and my vision was pitch black.
Suddenly, he heard some different sounds, and a breeze seemed to be blowing around him. The breeze blew the maple leaves and made a slight rustling sound.
Xu Zimo just walked through the maple forest with his eyes closed, and the sound of countless maple leaves swaying became increasingly clear in his ears.
He listened carefully to the sound of swaying maple leaves as he walked forward.
After walking for a long time, his footsteps suddenly stopped beside a maple tree.
I saw him slowly stretching out his left hand, groping among the dense maple leaves for a while, and finally picked one of the maple leaves.
At this time, Xu Zimo opened his eyes, looked at the maple leaf in his hand, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
When he took the maple leaf in his hand, Xu Zimo found that the entire maple forest where he was was beginning to shake.
The maple tree that was originally very real turned into a painting, slowly falling in front of Xu Zimo.
The maple forest disappeared, and Xu Zimo found himself back on the plains again.
He put the maple tree painting in front of him into the ring and moved on.
The further we walked, the higher the temperature became, and the originally spring breeze turned hotter.
Not long after Xu Zimo left, he felt his mouth was dry and the hot sun was scorching the earth, as if he wanted to scatter all his light and heat.
He looked up at the sky and saw two suns appearing in the originally calm sky.
Under the blast of the two suns, dry cracks appeared throughout the earth.
Xu Zimo continued to walk forward, and a small village appeared in front of him.
"We're finally here," he wiped the sweat from his forehead and exhaled a long breath.
At the entrance of the village, there were several children in hats holding bows and arrows and shooting towards the sun in the sky.
But bows and arrows will fall down when they are shot at most ten meters away. It is simply a fantasy to rely on these bows and arrows to shoot down the sun.
However, Xu Zimo knew that this level tested imagination. As a painter, imagination is essential.
"Kids, what are you doing?" Xu Zimo stepped forward and asked with a smile.
"We are shooting at the sun. The weather is too hot, so we want to shoot down a sun, which should make it cooler," one of the children replied with a sweet voice.
"Kid, you will never be able to hit the sun with this method," Xu Zimo shook his head and smiled.
"Big brother, is there anything you can do?" the child asked curiously.
