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Nine hundred and sixtieth chapters eternal touch two

Lin Xin flipped through the stacked picture frames for a while.

The painter did not disturb him and allowed him to search among the piles of paintings and drawing papers at will.

At the beginning, they were all landscape paintings, from mountains and rivers to planets, to the universe, to black holes, suns, supernova explosions.

Everything is there.

After that, the scope becomes smaller as you go down.

After Lin Xin flipped through more than a dozen paintings, he finally found a so-called painting with a human head and a snake body among the bottom paintings.

It is said to be a painting, but in fact it is just a line drawing, a sketch with only black and white lines.

He held the painting in his hand. The scroll was not even framed, just a simple piece of drawing paper.

Then, Lin Xin didn't do anything, just waited quietly.

He had a hunch that the woman would come to him again, and she would definitely come.

Standing quietly in the windmill and waiting, Lin Xin began to swallow the surrounding air. The density of the gas here was far higher than anywhere he had ever seen.

It is even denser than the rocks in the universe.

"Wait!!" Suddenly, an idea flashed through Lin Xin's mind.

"Is it possible that I am basically in a large mass of extremely dense matter now? It's just that the lighter things in the matter become air gas in my eyes.

And the heavier ones, which are relatively denser, become dirt, grass, and windmills in my eyes."

Lin Xin was shocked.

"It is even further speculated that I may be inside a huge black hole star. To ordinary outsiders, what they see is a terrifying planet with a density so high that it becomes a black hole.

In my eyes, my own density has reached a very high level, so compared to me, the materials in this planet actually have clear and turbid densities."

This principle is somewhat difficult to understand.

But Lin Xin figured out the key that might prove this almost instantly.

That is, the black mud he swallowed before was denser than the several planets he swallowed.

He swallowed a small ball of black mud that was as big as a palm just now. In the big universe, it is equivalent to swallowing several giant planets.

"interesting."

A trace of interest appeared on Lin Xin's face.

"If this is the case, then if a being cannot reach this entry-level density, once he steps here, his body density may be even thinner than the air here. Then he will definitely end up like the woman before.

The body becomes translucent and looming.”

"And more existences may not even be qualified to see this place. In their field of vision, there is no distinction between clear and dense density at all. Some are all extremely terrifying and unimaginable huge compressed matter.

.In their eyes, the materials here are all the same, that is, entities that cannot be penetrated by sight."

Just like no one can find traces and outlines of other colors in the dark.

After thinking about this, Lin Xin related the characteristics of the abyss and suddenly knew it.

The gate of the abyss is located at the end of matter, and if this is really a certain layer at the bottom of the abyss.

It is normal for this phenomenon to occur.

He waited patiently.

Time passes slowly.

Finally, when the thousandth heartbeat was about to pass, the woman appeared again.

"You helped me find the painting!!?"

The woman seemed very excited.

She immediately saw the scrawled sketch of a human head and a snake body that Lin Xin was holding in his hand.

"Tell me the way to achieve the original."

Lin Xin said calmly.

The woman looked at him deeply.

"If it's you, maybe it's true. I've never seen anyone come in here and still remain physical.

Here, the only person who could remain physical before was the painter."

"Didn't I keep coming in the same way last time?"

Lin Xin said in surprise.

"You were also incorporeal last time." The woman shook her head.

Lin Xin frowned slightly and did not continue to ask.

He glanced at the colored thread on his wrist and saw that there was still one-tenth left.

"I don't have much time, you better hurry up."

"good!"

The woman nodded and formally began to explain.

"While I am still awake, since you are here, you must have met certain basic conditions to be able to touch the original.

And here is the most basic entrance or key to the original realm."

"What should I do?"

Lin Xin asked in a deep voice.

"You used to trade your most precious things to the painter as a reward, and in exchange, he would help you draw your most core eternal picture."

When the woman talked about this, her tone trembled slightly.

"The eternal picture is the most solid part of you that is most likely to remain unchanged and will not be worn away by time.

It can be your body, your feelings, your will, or even your carefully refined magic weapon, or your soul. It can even be many intangible things, such as feelings, emotions, love and hate."

"To put it simply, I need to find something in myself that can be said to be eternal and have it painted by an artist? Is that what it means?"

Lin Xin briefly summarized.

"You can understand it that way."

“What if what I think is eternal doesn’t actually achieve this effect?”

Lin Xin continued to ask.

"Then you will lose your most precious thing, forever." The woman replied in a deep voice.

Lin Xin's heart trembled, and he suddenly remembered the divine ancestor in the black universe.

The woman who lost half of her frontal body forever.

"What do I do?"

he asked seriously.

"Just go over and say your request. Then say something that you think you can last forever.

After that, everything is left to the painter."

The woman said calmly.

"How do I know you didn't lie to me?"

Lin Xin naturally couldn't trust her.

"I don't need to lie to you. You can finish all this and then give me my painting."

The woman's mood had obviously stabilized at this time.

"good."

Lin Xin nodded, looked at his wrist, and found that time was missing again.

He knew there was no need to delay and walked forward slowly.

Walk behind the painter, about a few meters away, and stop.

"Do you want to leave your mark on the eternal wall?" A male voice that seemed to be suppressing his own fear sounded in Lin Xin's ears.

"How can we step into the original state?" Lin Xin asked back.

"If you can leave a trace, yes."

the voice answered.

"Who are you?"

"I'm a painter."

In front of Lin Xin, the painter who was painting slowly stopped.

"What's your most precious thing?"

The painter was suddenly stunned. After a short pause, he continued.

"Okay, let's get started. What do you think is the eternal place in yourself, the part of your eternal existence?

Give it to me, and I will draw it on the wall of eternity. If successful, you will be qualified to enter the original."

"I think this is the place that will never change." Lin Xin closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

He had never thought about this problem.

Yes.

The reason why the original beings can ignore and easily transcend and manipulate time is that they must have a core that is not affected by time.

Time passes slowly.

Lin Xin has been silent, thinking.

Everything about him is obtained from attributes and abilities.

His cultivation level was acquired bit by bit.

These things will continue to grow and become stronger with the accumulation of time. They will also continue to become weaker as time goes back.

So, what is it that really remains unchanged and does not change over time?

He kept asking himself.

strength?

No, it's not.

Cultivation?

Neither.

Knowledge?

Not even so.

Maybe it's something special and intangible.

Lin Xin frowned.

The painter didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, but just stopped there quietly, waiting for his answer.

He is not a real life. Rather than being a life, it is better to say that he is just a switch.

Like a lock hanging on the outside of a box.

He doesn't have much right to think. The only thing he can do is draw pictures and ask anyone who comes here.

But the person he saw before, the person he found interesting, and the essence of his soul were actually like that.

This makes the painter feel a sense of novelty like never before.

Time flows slowly.

I don't know how long it took.

Lin Xin finally opened his eyes.

"If there is something in me that is not affected by time." His eyes gradually brightened, revealing a trace of absolute coldness and reason.

"That should mean, I don't want to die!"

"Are you afraid of dying?"

The painter understood what Lin Xin meant.

"You can say that." After Lin Xin said these words, his whole person seemed to feel more relaxed.

He stared intently at the back of the painter in front of him.

Swish Swish Swish

The artist picked up the pen and began to draw on a piece of white paper very quickly.

He started by sketching in black and white.

He was a slender man, someone Lin Xin was very familiar with.

In an instant, he realized that it was himself, his body in this life.

The painter works very quickly, filling in the details from the head to the feet, even the fingerprints are described in detail.

Soon a black and white sketch was drawn.

At the moment when the scroll is finished sketching.

boom!!

Lin Xin suddenly felt that the surroundings were dark.

Endless cramping pain surged out from all parts of the body in an instant.

Then comes the feeling of humiliation.

then suffocation

Stinging again

Disgusting blah blah blah

All kinds of extreme negative feelings poured into Lin Xin's mind.

He had never had this kind of experience before, it was like struggling desperately in the Nether Mansion.

Perhaps the experience back then was still far inferior to what it is now.

‘Forget it if you die’

An idea suddenly occurred in his mind.

'You can be completely liberated by dying.'

"No"

‘Such pain will continue until your soul collapses. If you don’t choose to relieve yourself, you will never be able to escape.

The painter just lied to you’

"No"

Lin Xin murmured in a low voice.

Countless painful and negative perceptions began to circulate in his body.

He stood there, motionless.

The woman in the white dress guarding the door was also looking at him nervously with a hint of expectation.

"No one wants to die." The woman knew in her heart.

"But compared to death, there are more things, more tests, and more difficulties, which are even more unbearable.

For example, if they live in pain forever, the eternal peace brought by death is what they pursue and yearn for."

Many people think that they will never want to die.

But we really have to encounter extreme pain, extreme humiliation, extreme oppression, etc.

Too many suicides have revealed the choices of countless people.

When there is only pain left in this world, death is the ultimate relief. (To be continued...)


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