With his spiritual sense and cultivation, it was impossible for no reason—there must be something extraordinary about the other party!
Xie Mingyi took the initiative to speak, asking Chen Xu, "Brother, in your opinion, is Brother Du's painting able to open the passage to the second layer?"
Chen Xu did not respond immediately, for at that moment he was caught in the wondrous shock of his own progress in Divine Manifestation.
The bustle before his eyes seemed as if it were far, far away, so distant that everything around him appeared only as a noisy mural.
And what felt truly real, instead, was that wind blowing from who knows which year or what time.
The wind carried countless, countless secrets.
Chen Xu was like a treasure hunter who had entered a trove but did not know where to begin unlocking its secrets. His eyes rested upon the void.
Xie Mingyi frowned slightly—it was his first time ever taking the initiative to converse, but he found himself ignored by the other party.
