He seemed to be in the sky, surrounded by a sea of snow-white clouds. The white clouds became the earth, but only one of his heads poked out.
But the touch and coldness coming from his body still told him that his body was still in the water.
"What place is this?" Zhang Qing was shocked. He was obviously going downstream, so why did he appear in the sky? Moreover, the clouds and sky seemed to be seamlessly connected to the lake.
Half of it is deep underground, and the other half appears in the sky?
The fire in Zhang Qing's body began to burn, quickly dispelling the cold, and his body gradually regained control.
He struggled to stretch out his hands, but found that they were firmly supported on the ground where white clouds condensed.
"Is this...real?" Zhang Qing's pupils shrank, and the touch in his hand was as soft as real clouds, but also very hard, like a ground paved with stone slabs.
The contradictory perceptions made Zhang Qing dare not act rashly, but he needed to pull his body out of the water first.
"Wow!"
Zhang Qing jumped out of the water, but at this moment, his body froze in place, his face full of shock.
Everything disappeared, the sea of clouds disappeared, and the boundless sky disappeared. Instead, there were dry and dilapidated caves, and the corpses of monsters everywhere.
The cave seemed to be closed, and there were no roads in all directions except for a small pool behind Zhang Qing.
As for the water pool, Zhang Qing knew very well that this water pool was the fourth level of Yunxia Land, and he almost died in it.
"Sure enough, I'm not the only one who can think of this. The intelligence of demons is not inferior to humans. But, how do they die?"
Zhang Qing didn't dare to move because he didn't know how these monsters died, but at least one thing was that they definitely didn't kill each other.
There must be some danger here.
Zhang Qing looked around, his eyes constantly looking around, and the moment his eyes passed by, there seemed to be a faint outline of something on the wall not far away.
"That's..." Zhang Qing felt that it looked like a painting, but he couldn't seem to see it clearly.
"No, it's not that I can't see clearly, it's just that I'm standing in the wrong position." Zhang Qing couldn't help but look at the corpses of the demons and swallowed.
He probably understood how these monsters died.
"Do you want to stand over? Will I die here like these monsters?" Zhang Qing hesitated, but quickly made his choice.
He had no second choice, either to stand over and take a look at what the painting looked like, or to wait where he was until those golden lotuses appeared.
The existence here is not very secret, but because of the fourth-level environment, many people have no way to contact it, and those who grow golden lotus will definitely find a way.
He had probably guessed where this place was, and that painting was probably the fragments of the Thirty-Three Heavens, a paradise that countless monks in Yunmengze coveted.
"I can't hand myself over to those golden lotuses, otherwise I will definitely die, so I can only choose to give it a try."
With that said, Zhang Qing slowly walked towards the corpses of those demons, and then stood in the center of all the corpses.
Looking up at the mountain wall again, there was an ink painting hanging there, with only the back of a person on it.
The moment he saw the back figure, blood flowed from Zhang Qing's Qiqiao, and his energy and spirit collapsed at this moment, as if his whole person was about to be wiped out.
His body was trembling, and invisible fear weighed on Zhang Qing's heart, making him dare not have the slightest thought. Even if he died like this, he would not show any unwillingness.
Just like that, Zhang Qing remained stagnant in place for an unknown amount of time. Suddenly, at a certain moment, all the pressure disappeared.
The sudden disappearance of pressure brought Zhang Qing back to life, but he still did not dare to move because the back in the painting moved.
He stared at the back, with an extremely shocking but instinctively certain idea in his mind - immortal.
The person in the painting must be an immortal, and one of the immortals from the past thirty-three days.
According to legend, all the thirty-three immortals have disappeared, but now, Zhang Qing has found one, although it is just the back of the other party.
He stared at the back, watching a sea of clouds appear on the empty scroll, just like the fantasy he had seen before, it was in the sky, no, it was in the past thirty-three days.
The figure still did not turn around, but turned sideways, allowing Zhang Qing to see a document appear.
"No, it didn't appear suddenly." Zhang Qing locked a pen in the immortal's hand. The moment the pen fell, the document appeared. He even boldly guessed that the sea of clouds appeared because of this.
Xian stopped what he was doing, as if hesitating. The next moment, the document disappeared, and he directly raised his pen and clicked it into the void.
Then, a pool appeared in the sea of clouds, and the empty pool was filled with water in an instant.
This time, Xian hesitated again. He seemed to be shaking his head, and then the pool disappeared, replaced by a huge lake, or in other words, an ocean.
Zhang Qing didn't know how big the lake in Xian's painting was, but the moment he looked at it, the answer seemed to appear in his mind.
"Even if the whole Yun Mengze is thrown in, it won't cause too much splash." He was surprised at his guess and answer, and then watched Xian continue to write.
In the ink painting, a little strange color finally appeared, and the cyan embellishments pieced together something.
Before, the appearance of the slips, the pool, and even the lake were just a single stroke of credit, but now, Xian has written several times and still has not formed a complete pattern.
Zhang Qing just stared and counted. When he counted nine times, something finally appeared in the scroll.
It was a green lotus. The green lotus fell into the lake, and the immortal stopped the pen in his hand and looked at the green lotus quietly.
The water in the lake was surging, and the huge waves roared over and over again, but the green lotus always swayed gently, unmoved by any environment.
Zhang Qing couldn't understand, but the immortal in the painting seemed satisfied. He nodded slightly and then disappeared suddenly.
With the disappearance of the immortal, everything in the painting was frozen. The huge waves in the lake stopped in mid-air, and the green lotus stopped swaying and stopped at the moment of blooming.
At the same time, the scroll on the mountain wall seemed to be ignited by flames, and began to disappear little by little from the surroundings toward the center, but no ashes fell.
Zhang Qing subconsciously stretched out his palm. This was a picture scroll that recorded the immortal. Perhaps it recorded the image of the immortal at a certain time, so he instinctively wanted to keep this painting.
But when he touched it, he did not touch the disappearing scroll. Instead, his palm sank into the scroll.
A hint of coolness passed through his heart from his fingertips, reminding Zhang Qing of the chill in the water, and he subconsciously pulled back his hand.
"this……"
He did not return empty-handed, the scroll disappeared, and the green lotus in the scroll was brought out by him.
Looking at the lotus flower in his hand that seemed to be carved out of crystal jade, with water stains on it running down his palm, and wisps of fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, Zhang Qing could no longer calm down.
"I picked a real green lotus from a painting?"
