Extra chapter: The cycle of heavy extremes (Part 2)

Deep in the world of the painting, there is an illusory mountain made of transparent silk threads.

"Are you also a creature from Beiju Luzhou?"

Under the loose black robe, Ji Qingchan's voice was cold, clear and very pleasant.

Not far from her side, a thin woman stood alone, with dense transparent silk threads in her hands, sketching a huge and twisted picture.

"How did you find out?"

The woman stopped what she was doing and turned her head slightly.

Ji Qingchan chuckled and said: "Although the clothes you are wearing are a bit vague, they are very obvious with a straight collar and a large front, tied with a tie, and the collar is decorated with plain silk. It is in Luzhou, Beiju." The styles of traditional Taoist robes that have been circulated are different from the styles of clothing in other continents, so it is not too difficult to identify them.”

The woman was startled for a moment and said: "We are living in this world of paintings, living in a state of confusion, but you still have such a delicate mind."

"Taoist nun is too praised." Ji Qingchan walked closer and looked down at the twisted image in the woman's delicate white jade hands, "What is this?"

The Taoist nun's expression was a little gloomy. After taking a few breaths, she said, "This is the map of my hometown before my death. Only by relying on this can I avoid losing my mind."

Ji Qingchan lowered her eyes and looked at the unfinished picture carefully, and said: "Looking at this picture, it must be a beautiful place with beautiful bells and souls. I dare to ask Daogu, the place depicted on this picture is located in Beijulu Where is the continent?"

The Taoist nun raised her head, looked at Ji Qingchan's beautiful and pale face under the black robe, and said, "There are some things that it's better not to know."

Ji Qingchan raised her eyebrows, the corners of her soft and red lips slightly curved, and said softly: "This is at the bottom of the Holy Mountain of Xumi, in the corner of the countless picture worlds between the rotating poles. Here you draw Do you really think that the Talisman Painting Curse can break free from the shackles of the Origin Religion and reshape the true spirit?"

After saying this, the Taoist nun's expression was obviously ugly, and her voice became colder: "What are you talking about!?"

Ji Qingchan came closer and whispered: "I have a method that may be able to help you truly turn reality into reality, but..."

The Taoist nun was stunned for a moment, and her sleeves and robes flicked, dissipating the distorted image.

Above the two of them, on this giant mountain, there are countless interlacing lights and shadows. Between life and death, there is no concept of time.