Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 194 The Hidden Immortal Picture Exhibition is Imprinted into the Soul

Looking at the magnificent and mysterious picture in front of him, Wu Meng subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

I couldn't believe this scene.

At this moment, a lot of doubts arose in his mind, and he even felt that someone had uncovered his background, and deliberately placed a fairy picture here, waiting for him to come to his door.

However, these thoughts soon died out again.

Because he found that the immortal picture in front of him was very different from the 'Shao Xian' and 'Yan Xian' series he had seen earlier.

Although it also has an extraordinary appearance, the entire scroll is wrapped with strands of pale golden 'thin threads'.

These lines cannot see the material and reality.

It seems to spread out from the void, with one end binding the immortal map, and the other end implicating everything in the world.

Is this a representation of cause and effect?

He had a guess in his mind, but he couldn't be sure.

In perception, thanks to the restraint of the 'thin line', the Immortal Picture appears to be quite low-key. If it is not within sight, it cannot be discovered by just using spiritual sense to detect it.

In addition to the thin lines, another difference lies in the axial bone.

The axis of the ordinary immortal picture shows the appearance of a majestic heavenly gate, with a bright sun hanging high and clouds lingering around it.

But this one is a representation of the two extremes of heaven and earth. The whole body is simple and mysterious, with a chaotic and misty atmosphere on the outside, and traces of stars and time engraved in the middle.

Brand new, yet mottled.

Eye-catching, yet ordinary.

This is what Wu Meng felt after looking at it carefully.

He finally took the Immortal Picture into his hands.

The moment they first came into contact, an indescribable sense of familiarity arose from the bottom of my heart.

It's like...

Touching another self, or touching an extension of one's own soul.

Like the morning mist blown by the wind, the doubts in his heart dissipated under the wash of strong feelings.

He suddenly understood that the appearance of the Immortal Picture was not someone's fault, but was destined, like the two poles of a magnet attracting each other. Even if they were not here, they would appear in front of him at the next inadvertent moment.

Because this picture belongs to you.

When his fingertips touched the thread, he saw it peeling off the scroll like a cocoon.

A shining golden character hangs out.

'hidden! ’

"Hidden..."

Wu Meng murmured: "A hidden immortal?"

Before he could react, he saw the scroll slowly spreading in mid-air, with the ink colors spreading out layer by layer as if dripping water, becoming vivid and full.

He only glanced at it, and his expression became subtle.

In the first scene, the shadow of the moon in the black pool is gathered in the sleeves.

In the painting, the moonlight is lonely, Wu Meng looks like a ghost, and the immortal falls down when his sleeves and robes fly.

Isn't this the scene when Wuchi Hui used martial arts combined with breathing techniques to smother Wang Ming and Lin Youjiang and strip them naked!

So, at that time, was he already included in the Immortal Picture?

The scroll continues to unfold, and as expected, the second scene is called "turning the palm over the dragon and scattering the clouds in the sky".

In the painting, black clouds are like fighting, slowly dissipating, and below is Long Pei, who is half white bones and half flesh. His expression is horrifying and desperate, and Wu Mengcheng, who is standing beside him with his hands behind his back, is calm.

The third act soon appeared, ‘a three-transformation prisoner of a demonic shadow’.

In the painting, Wu Meng is concretely divided into three figures.

In the sky and on the ground, among the ruins of buildings and corpses, they were faced with demonic shadows flying in all directions.

The fourth act is the last act now, called "The sword comes and breaks, but the sword leaves without a shadow."

Meng Haoyi's figure was not seen in the painting. Instead, it was frozen in the scene of Wu Meng turning his back to the noisy Broken Sword City and quietly leaving.

At this point, the immortal map finally stopped spreading.

It can be seen that the picture presented is only an extremely limited part. The axial skeleton is far from being fully developed.

Wu Meng was thoughtful.

He had heard from Zhou Yunuo that there was an extremely secret series in the Immortal Pictures called Secret Immortal.

This series is different from "Shao, Zhen, Yan, Jue" in that it is divided into single volumes.

To put it simply, the mainstream Immortal Picture is a picture of all immortals, just like the Young Immortal Picture, which contains many different kinds of immortals.

But the secret immortals are different. Each one has his or her own unique ‘name’ and immortal image.

This series of strange and bizarre immortal pictures are collectively called the Secret Immortal.

Now that he has obtained the 'Hidden Immortal Picture', it should also belong to the category of secret immortal.

Thinking of this, many of the previous confusions and incomprehensions became clear, just like clearing the clouds and seeing the sun.

Why is it that I have clearly locked on Shouyuan, but I have never been on the Young Immortal Picture?

Because he already belongs.

Furthermore, he thought about the choices he had made over the past twenty years between fame, fortune, and hiding...

Just like the previous feeling, getting the Hidden Immortal Picture was both accidental and inevitable.

Wu Meng shook his head. Although he was excited, he didn't have many ideas.

Since he is a hidden immortal, this title is just for self-admiration.

He was about to put away the Immortal Picture when he suddenly saw a mark looming in the short blank space after the fourth scene.

He observed carefully for a moment and realized that the mark was not visible to the naked eye.

But be aware through the soul!

Coincidentally, properly mobilizing soul power was one of his gains after building the foundation.

He held his breath for a moment and poured a trace of soul power into it.

boom!

This time, the mark on the scroll was completely activated.

It was like a hot branding iron, branding a hazy and chaotic axial bone mark into his soul.

This feeling is like being stripped naked, carving and digging into the bones and blood deep in the flesh.

Wu Meng subconsciously covered his forehead and groaned.

Soon, the feeling receded like a tide.

He straightened up and realized it for a moment. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and his face became stunned and shocked.

It's a mark, no doubt about it.

But if the feeling is correct, it seems to symbolize some kind of ‘identity’, or ‘personality’?

He kept talking in his mind, trying to use an accurate word to describe it.

Not only that, the moment this mark was imprinted on the soul, an inexplicable 'power' poured into the body from somewhere.

Wu Meng stared, opened his mouth and drove the toad out of his organs.

Without waiting for him to take in his breath, he followed the sigh coming from his soul body and pointed at it.

hum!

The center of the eyebrow seemed to be touched, and a chaotic and misty mark appeared.

Wu Meng obviously didn't use any spiritual power, but his fingertips clicked out a complex and mysterious ancient text, like an edict or a secret talisman.

Its light flashed and disappeared into the spirit toad's body.

Only then did he urge the spirit toad to swallow the breath.

He saw that the chaotic aura surrounding him was swallowed up in one gulp.

If it were normal, reaching this point would be considered a successful concealment.

But this time, the breath circled around the spirit toad's belly and returned to its original path.

The only difference is that there was a sense of chaos in it, which made his whole person shrouded in mist and became "sparse and ordinary".

The stealth effect seems to have been greatly improved.

The most direct reaction was that his mind was filled with a strong sense of security.

He rolled his eyes, picked up another stone, and pointed out the ancient text of chaos.

On second look, the stone seemed to disappear from the senses.

(End of this chapter)