The decline continues. The entrance to the cave was already ridiculously far away - like the only star above in a completely dark night.
Faced with Xi's endless descent into the darkness, Sean was still a little uneasy. He had already lit the oath torch, and the golden flame took the lead in exploring the path below him.
Sean estimated that they had gone down more than eight hundred meters. He didn't know what it meant. Fear secreted out from the soul bit by bit, like some kind of cold juice, which made people feel chilled in the soul and made them think wildly.
Fortunately, Sean's enlightenment attribute allowed his consciousness to transcend his mental state, and he was able to quietly watch his anxious thoughts while remaining calm enough.
Olivia beside her was not that scared, her eyes were quiet, seeming to be secretly encouraging Sean.
Whatever happened to Mud, there had to be an answer. Sean thought secretly in his heart. He no longer looked up at the distant stars, but focused on landing downwards.
After breaking through a certain limit, the oath torch still burns, but Sean's body disappears. Rather than disappearing, they seem to have entered a world without an image.
He could no longer feel Olivia's waist, nor could he feel the spiritual essence wrapped around his body. He just felt like he was going down.
Xi Xiaoxiao knew that his feeling was not an illusion. After descending to a considerable depth in the darkness, they broke through a limit. Under that limit, their bodies became some kind of concept, and the concept was It is formless and formless, so he cannot feel that he continues to exist in a physical way.
Only a mass of consciousness called self continues to descend in this darkness. According to common sense, one should feel fear after his own existence dissolves. However, fortunately, Sean had realized the nature of the body during meditation, so he was not too panicked.
Just like his previous determination: no matter what happened to Mu Ba, he would know. As the concept continued to descend, he suddenly felt his body again and saw the slender lady close at hand.
Their existence has been reorganized... Sean carefully experienced the current feeling. He vaguely felt that although his body appeared again, the form he showed at this moment was different from the one outside the cave.
In undergoing this deconstruction, he becomes a pure concept. But now, he felt that he was still some kind of fiction, just borrowing the image from outside his cave.
Xi here is still a world of relative concepts. All this is difficult to understand for ordinary people and even explorers who have never experienced enlightenment, but for Sean, everything is clear.
After all, he has experienced the truth of the world, and he can understand the world outside of the conventional framework.
Then he saw a space beneath his feet, like a roofless house in darkness, with lights on.
Snap. Sean's leather boots hit the wooden floor. After loosening the ectoplasm tied around his waist, he and Olivia observed this place with some surprise... Looking up, they could only see pure darkness, and the surrounding area looked like a gallery filled with large and small objects. A much smaller painting.
Sean felt that these paintings looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before, so he had to slowly stroll through the gallery deep in the abyss... Where is this place?
Xi Olivia Fengchi had the same feeling as Sean. He felt that those paintings were very familiar. Not only that, she even felt that the whole gallery had a familiar feeling.
Her small nose twitched slightly, and she smelled something warm and familiar, the smell of paint, the smell of paper, the smell of dust flying when the sun accidentally passed through the gaps in the thick curtains...
"Sean..." Olivia turned to look at her reader,
"I feel like everything here is very familiar..." As she said this, she saw Sean's eyes widen.
He was staring at a picture on the wall. It was a portrait. The woman in the painting was sitting quietly. Because she was in a happy mood and her facial expression was relaxed, she seemed to be smiling vaguely.
Although it is similar, it is not the famous masterpiece. Many details are different. However, the brushstrokes...the brushstrokes are too similar.
Sean didn't know who was imitating that famous man in history. Even if he had little experience in appreciating art, he dared to say that the brush strokes of the work in front of him were too similar.
Continuing to explore with confusion, the two walked out of the gallery and came to the adjacent room. They were surprised to find someone painting in the room.
The painter has his back to the two of them and has long silver hair. The painting Xi was working on showed the image of a thin man with black hair and deep eyes.
Sean could tell at a glance that it was his friend Nikolai Tesler. Who is the person painting?
Why is he painting here? Why did he paint Nicholas? ... A lot of questions poured out like a flood.
The sound of the two of them arriving made the white-haired painter stop painting. He turned around, lowered his head and looked at the two people through the top of his glasses: "It's really strange that I have guests visiting here..." He almost muttered to himself.
Sean and Olivia were both stunned. Sean was because he found that the old man in front of him was exactly the same as the old man in a self-portrait he had seen.
That self-portrait is famous, perhaps every educated modern person has seen it. And Olivia...Olivi was because she saw someone she had once been close to.
Just as she was about to step forward and call him, Sean quickly stopped her through the crimson bond: "He doesn't seem to recognize you. There must be something fishy here. Don't arouse his strong emotions first." Xi Bingzhuren had to remain silent for the time being.
However, the flywheel inside her body sped up and her breathing became rapid.
"I'm sorry for being so presumptuous and disturbing your peace." Sean said in Leonese. Suddenly I remembered that the other party might not understand what I said.
"No, it doesn't matter." The old man spoke in Leonese. Only then did Sean remember that this is a world of concepts and communication is not a problem.
The old man put down his paintbrush and seemed to be looking here with the unfinished Mr. Tesler: "Although I enjoy painting quietly here, it would be nice to have guests visiting..."
"Excuse me, what should I call you, and why are you painting here?"
"To be honest, maybe you will find it funny - I don't remember who I am, and I don't remember why I am here. I only know that I like painting very much, and I seem to have endless time, so I paint here.
"Although I have a lot of time, I don't feel bored..." Sean glanced at Olivia: He didn't recognize you, and he really has no memory...Xi
"Then who is the gentleman you are painting? I'm sorry to ask so probingly - it's just because the gentleman in the painting has a very special temperament that is unforgettable at a glance..."
"Who is he?" The old man scratched his head with his thumb.
"Actually, I don't know who he is. I seemed to see him in my mind, so I drew it." Sean decided to clarify his thoughts before taking the next step, so he said kindly: "I just passed by a Gallery, are these all your paintings?"
"Yes, I drew them all here."
"I just passed by in a hurry and couldn't appreciate those works properly. I...we want to go and see them again. Do you want to bother you again later?" The old man seemed a little happy: "The paintings have always been regretful because they were not appreciated. You are willing It would be best to go and watch. If you have any questions, you can ask me..." Sean and Olivia exited the room and came to the gallery.
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"Sean!" After closing the door, Zhuzhuren couldn't bear it anymore, and crystal tears flowed from her eyes.
"That's grandpa! My grandpa! - Dal Finch!" She suppressed her surging emotions and almost shouted.
