Ark of the Immortal

In her eyes, the relationship between people is like a knot. Once tied, it can never be broken away.

Moreover, life lasts only a hundred years, and flowers fade away in the morning and evening. Even existences like Xi and Nian will eventually turn into a handful of loess.

No, maybe the fate of these people has already been determined. Loess is just an adjective.

She hides in her own world and uses her favorite way to meet all her needs in the limited time she has.

After all, there was nothing good for them to do, and nothing they could do.

Everyone has different aspirations and ideas. Xi never cares about what others want to do, as long as it doesn't disturb herself, everything is easy.

So, when Xi raised her pen today, her heart was filled with peace.

What are you going to draw today?

The black hair was scattered on the thin clothes like clouds, and the red eyes were calm, just writing, describing today's imagination freely.

You said, your brothers and sisters are painters.

The Immortal Man followed Nian. He and Onstein stood at the entrance of the museum, looking up at the tall building of the museum.

Yes, she is a stay-at-home painter. A few years ago, I caught her secretly drawing someone's appearance of being deflated, and then she got into trouble with me. She still doesn't want to see me.

Nian said nonchalantly, and she didn't react until she finished speaking.

Ah, don't you know what squatting at home means? That's the kind of little fool who doesn't go out or take a shower. His body is covered in ink, his hair is unkempt, and he only knows how to draw.

Me too, it's not that I don't know.

After hearing Nian's description, the immortal thought of Keob.

That little silly dog, if she had nothing to do, she would never be too lazy to go out. As long as there is food in the room, you can eat at home and sleep all day long.

Speaking of which, I don’t know how Melanza is doing.

The immortal man accepted the ticket given to him during the New Year, but he was still thinking about his eldest disciple.

Did Melanza find the long knife he left for her?

That long knife called a long knife.

Tickets, tickets, tickets! Hey, what are you thinking about?

Under Nian's urging, the immortal man regained consciousness and handed the ticket in his hand to the ticket inspector.

The ticket inspector looked at the costume of the undead man. He hesitated for a moment and then spoke.

Sir, it is forbidden to take sample photos in our museum... If you need to take pictures, you should go to a professional studio.

Samples?

The undead man lowered his head and glanced at the armor on his body. What does the sample mean?

Instead, Nian came to the ticket inspector and explained a few words to him. With the ticket inspector's expression of disbelief, he pushed the undead man to the security area and passed the inspection gate.

Didi didi!

The inspection door exploded instantly, making a noisy sound.

Suddenly, the immortal knew what the ticket inspector meant.

This is, really, armor.

The undead man weighed the sword behind his back, raised his head and asked.

Do you want to store weapons?

No...no need. But please be careful not to damage the facilities in the museum, although...even though there are protective measures.

Under the strange gaze of the ticket inspector, the immortal man followed Nian, who was wearing a smart suit in front of him, into the museum.

Behind him, Onstein gave the wicketkeeper a visual blow.

When Wenstein lowered his head with a kind face and handed the ticket to the ticket inspector with his palm, which was bigger than a cattail leaf fan, the ticket inspector didn't even notice that his legs were shaking slightly.

Of course, there was no way he could get through the security gate, so Wenstein could only sit on the ground and let the staff use the instruments in their hands to scan for dangerous items bit by bit.

The three of them passed the security check and arrived at the museum on this working day.

There are quite few people inside, but the space is really big.

There are more than a hundred various collections on display, including antiques, picture scrolls, and some unearthed soldiers and armors.

When the three immortals walked in the museum, even Wenstein felt that the space was extremely spacious.

The sound of the three walking echoed in the corridor, making a clicking sound.

To be honest, the undead really don’t know why anyone would live in a museum.

You, brothers and sisters, seem to have unique hobbies.

A person who doesn’t like to go out simply lives in a museum?

This logic seems a bit unreasonable.

What? What's your unique hobby?

Nian turned his head to look at the undead man in surprise.

Onstein also nodded and said.

Can people live in the museum? When I came here last time, I didn't find any place to live. Could it be that you work here?

Nian immediately understood what the two meant.

Ah, no, you are wrong. She doesn't live in a museum.

He said as he walked forward with the undead and Onstein in a familiar manner.

How should I put it? It's like a portal. What we are going to is just a teleportation array. The real her is in the world inside the teleportation array.

Just as the undead man was still thinking about the connection, he saw Nian stopped.

Like a thief, she glanced left and right to make sure no one was there, then stretched out her right hand and took out a remote control from her arms, temporarily paralyzing all the monitors in the aisle.

Then, she reached out and touched the special Originium device in front of her that was used to protect the paintings.

The device became her plaything in Nian's hands. All the rules and principles that had been written long ago were reduced to zero by Nian's casting power, leaving only the simple opening and closing functions.

In the eyes of the undead, Nian just touched the device, and the protective layer of Originium covering the outside of the painting was removed, revealing the painting inside.

Seeing the device being gradually pulled down and the scroll inside, the undead man had a very bad premonition.

Nian came to the picture scroll, touched his chin, and looked at it carefully.

Well...it shouldn't be bad. This is where we entered last time.

Then, Nian turned around and smiled at the immortal man.

Here, touch it.

? The undead man froze subconsciously. This sense of déjà vu really made him think more.

It was also at this time that a pleasant laughter and a slightly embarrassing cough seemed to appear in the undead man's ears, but they were fleeting.

He immediately turned around and took a look. Apart from Nian and Wengstein, there was really no one else there.

It was a strange sound, but the undead man was quickly distracted by the picture scroll in front of him.

The expression on Wenstein's face was also strange, and he glanced down at the undead man.

The undead man also raised his head and glanced at Wenstein, and both of them thought of something at the same time.

The world of painting?

The undead man asked aloud.

If you say so, it's not impossible.

Nian thought for a while and explained to the immortal.

However, rather than seeing it as a separate small world, it is better to think of it as a virtual world built with illusions. For ordinary people, such illusions are real enough and can even affect their body functions. But for ordinary people, For people like you and me, it actually has no impact.”

The essence of it is not to create a new world. It is still essentially Xi's ability, an illusion. As long as Xi disappears, the painting will disappear. At the same time, the virtual world it is linked to will also disappear.

As he spoke, Nian urged the undead man.

Hurry up, come in! It will be terrible if someone discovers you soon!

The undead man and Wenstein stepped forward in two steps and stretched out their hands at the same time.

The moment they encountered the scroll, the scroll in front of them was continuously enlarged, and the pictures inside were gradually stretched and distorted, and finally completely covered the undead and Wenstein.

From Nian's perspective, the bodies of the undead and Wenstein seemed to have turned into ink, blending into the painting bit by bit.

Nian himself also rubbed his hands, turned around and used his power to reactivate the protective device, and before the isolation cover was opened, he directly reached out and touched the scroll. After the two of them, it also turned into ink and blended into the painting.

When the staff discovered that there was a problem with the monitoring and came over for maintenance, there were no traces left on this walkway.

All the machinery was intact and the painting was unchanged.

It seems to be the boundary of the world, and it seems to be the other side of the mirror.

The dark ink mist in the air condensed into water droplets and fell to the ground.

So, in the constant expansion, three figures stood up from the ground, and the thick fog in front of them dispersed.

The undead man and Wenstein opened their eyes, and when the picture in front of them became clear again, they were already in another place.

Just like what Nian said, it cannot be regarded as a complete world in itself. It is just a small space composed of illusions that affect the mental and physical realm.

But even so, it is not easy to be able to paint such a detailed picture in a limited space and make it seem to be real.

The undead man came to the river and put his hand into the water.

The liquid poured in from the gaps in the gauntlet, soaking the undead man's hands, and he felt the difference between this and reality.

How about it?

Nian asked curiously.

Nian himself also has feelings about Xi's abilities. As long as she distinguishes carefully, she will be able to detect whether it is reality or an illusion.

However, Xi's ability to raise the realism of her paintings to this level only shows that her own painting skills and delicate thoughts are truly unparalleled in the world.

Fake.

Wenstein sat down on the ground, stretched out his hand and picked up a ball of soil from the ground.

In the eyes of the three people, this ball of soil gradually turned into a bunch of ink.

Indeed, unreal.

The undead man raised his hand. The liquid on his hand armor did not follow common sense at all, and had no adhesion at all.

When the undead man completely pulled his hand out of the water, the water flow blocked by the undead man continued to flow, and there was no trace of moisture on his gauntlet.

The undead and Onstein seemed like things that didn't belong to this world at all. Even though there was physical contact, he himself was still excluded.

Xi's ability is to make illusions affect people's mental and physical senses. But if you close your eyes before seeing her paintings, or before she paints, then the illusion will have no effect.

This is certainly not as expected.

Essentially, it is still a spiritual influence. Even though this world is already a work created by her with great concentration, it still cannot be shaken in front of the essence of your soul.

Although Nian said this, she still couldn't help but glanced at Wenstein next to her.

Nian knew how powerful the immortals were.

But where did this silly big guy come from?

Listening to their previous conversation, he has been to Dayan before?

How could I not be impressed?

yes.

The undead can notice that although these things look very real, they even have almost the same touch and feel. But within a certain range of the undead man, the painting seemed to have lost its power.

After all, the core of his soul and spirit rests on that pure and flawless flame.

After learning this, the immortal no longer connected Xi's paintings with the world of painting.

In the world of Kjerag's burned painting, its essence is a separate space independent of the continent of Terra.

This space has complete logic and structure. With the dark soul as the fuel and the artist who has seen the world burnt by the first fire, all the trajectories of life are described.

But what Xi created is, after all, just a mirror and an illusory existence.