I Evolved The Heavens

Chapter 250

Chapter 250 Mural World

Yan Chixia and Xia Houjie are also admiring the murals. Although they don’t know anything about painting, when the level of the painting reaches a certain level, they are both refined and popular.

Those who are proficient in painting are addicted to it, and those who don’t understand can also read it with gusto.

“Hey, look, there is still a scholar here.”

Xia Houjie said suddenly, pointing to the mural.

Yang Yi walked over, and he found that it was in the Guanyin Hall in the mural. Through the window, he could see a scholar holding the painting wall, as if he was painting on the wall.

Is this person the painting Saint Wu Kaizhi?

In the Lanruo Temple chaos twenty years ago, not only all the monks disappeared, but Wu Kaizhi was among them.

The monks sacrificed their own flesh and blood. Could it be that Wu Kaizhi also sacrificed?

If this mural is really Wu Kaizhi’s work, then the other party must be a master as well, and may have the Cultivation Base of Dao Tien.

With such a Cultivation Base, Wu Kaizhi might not stand idly by when he encounters evil spirits fleeing.

Yang Yi lowered his eyebrows in thought, looking at the scholar in the painting.

In a daze, he saw that the scholar turned his head slightly and smiled at him through the window, revealing eight white teeth.

Yang Yi was taken aback. He shook his head, only to find that the surrounding space was like a broken mirror panel.

The surroundings have changed a lot.

Yang Yi quickly looked around and found that he didn’t know when, he actually came outside Lanruo Temple.

The night breeze was blowing slowly, and the temple was still deserted.

“This is…?”

Yang Yi was secretly shocked, this is definitely not the original world, could it be an illusion?

He secretly became alert, feeling his surroundings with his heart, but he found that the world was very real, not like an illusion at all, and even his acupuncture holes secretly opened up to attract the power of the stars in the sky.

“Where is this?”

Yang Yi flew to the sky, and he quickly searched Lanruo Temple, but did not find Yan Chixia and Xiahoujie, but found a towering locust tree in the mass grave behind Lanruo Temple, but it was just a tree.

Then he came to Guobei County again, and the entire county town was silent, with no one living.

The night wind blew by, and rolled up dead leaves all over the ground.

Soon he came to Yangzhuang again, still empty.

In the next three days, Yang Yi went to Jinhua, Hangzhou, Suzhou, and Jinling, and found that these big cities were equally desolate, and it seemed that all the people in the world had disappeared.

Finally, Yang Yi returned to Lanruo Temple again.

He knew that the problem must lie in that mural, and it was very likely that this was the mural world.

It’s just why this mural world is so real, and why does one have it?

Arriving in the Guanyin Hall, Yang Yi found that the mural was still there.

His pupils shrank slightly, took a deep breath, and looked at the scholar in the painting again.

After a while, the change happened again.

Yang Yi saw that the scholar in the painting turned his head and smiled at him, showing eight white teeth, smiling very brightly.

He felt that the surrounding space was broken again, and he appeared outside Lanruo Temple again.

Yang Yi found that this world seemed to be even more desolate, because there were worms in the previous world, but there was no worms here.

He still searched Lanruo Temple first, and then went to the nearby Guobei County and Jinhua Mansion, where it was still empty.

So Yang Yi returned to Lanruo Temple again and stood in front of the mural.

It didn’t take long before the accident happened again.

Yang Yi found that he had fallen into the next world again. This world was even drier than the previous world. There was no wind, and the whole world seemed to be solidified.

A sense of extreme loneliness hit my heart.

Yang Yi’s heart kept sinking.

This is like an infinite loop, unable to leave, only to enter the next world, but the next world is even more desolate.

Perhaps in the end, the entire world will disappear, leaving only an endless void.

Is he finally going to die of loneliness in that endless void?

It’s not that Yang Yi didn’t think about waiting for Yan Chixia and Xia Houjie to rescue him, but he was worried that both of them also fell into this endless Samsara mural world.

Instead of resigning to fate, he is more willing to take the initiative on his own.

In desperation, Yang Yi continued to the Guanyin Hall and entered the next level of mural painting.

As he expected, the world was even more dead, and all the flowers and trees disappeared.

There is only a deserted temple, sitting on the bare ground.

Layers of the world continue to deepen, and more and more things disappear in the world.

Stars in the sky, water in rivers and lakes, cities and so on.

By the time the eighth level of the world was reached, the whole world was like on Mars, with yellow sand Gobi deserts everywhere, and even Lanruo Temple almost disappeared, leaving only one Guanyin Temple.

Standing in front of the mural, Yang Yi’s expression kept changing, and it was difficult to make a choice in his heart.

Because he enters the world of mural painting again, he is likely to usher in a turning point, but it is more likely that even this last Guanyin Temple will disappear.

At that time, he will be trapped in nothingness forever.

Finally, Yang Yi resolutely looked at the scholar in the mural, because he now had no choice but to fight to the death.

The surrounding environment changed drastically again.

The bright sunlight poured down, and the forest wind slowly made the leaves rustle.

The crisp and melodious birdsong sounded one after another in the forest.

A sense of vitality came head-on.

Yang Yi quickly observed the surroundings and found that he was still in Lanruo Temple, but the Lanruo Temple was simple and elegant, and the building was intact. Two little monks, 13 or 4 years old, were sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard.

They sweep the floor while playing around, with bright smiles on their faces.

“Where is this?”

Yang Yi was secretly vigilant in his heart, and did not relax because of seeing people.

His eyes condensed slightly, and he saw the two people’s character panels.

Monk: Hui Fang.

Age: 13 years old.

Cultivation Base: Visualization.

Cultivation Technique: Vajra Buddha Sutra.

Dao Fa: None.

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Monk: Hui Ke.

Age: 13 years old.