armed in the slightest!Glittering scales, arranged perfectly, covered Chen Ping's body without a single one missing."How could this be"Ning Hai's face was full of surprise. Just a few days ago, Chen P...He seemed to see every blade of grass and tree in the painting come to life, with the herder boy running playfully.

And the aura emanating from the painting was exactly the same as what Chen Ping had felt at first, an aura that had always attracted him. It turned out to be this very painting.

"Damn it, I put so much effort into this, and it just turned out to be a piece of crap!"

Zhao Chuang saw that there was only one painting in the tomb, and he immediately cursed angrily.

"Zhao Chuang, look at the boy herding cattle in this painting. Doesn't he seem to be moving"

Chen Ping asked Zhao Chuang.

"No way!" Zhao Chuang frowned: "Brother Chen, did you get your eyes checked How could the people in this painting be moving"

"What's so special about this painting Why would someone use a magic circle to protect it"

Dong Jiahao was also a little puzzled.

Chen Ping saw that everyone else couldn't see the grass and trees in the painting moving, only he could see it. He couldn't help but frown.

A wisp of divine consciousness slowly moved towards the map of nine thousand miles of mountains and rivers. As soon as it got close, a huge suction force suddenly emerged, sucking the divine consciousness into the painting.

Chen Ping felt his body as if instantly appearing in the world of the painting. He looked at the azure sky, the emerald green grass, and the cowherds not far away.

Here, Chen Ping found that the air was thick with spiritual energy. The spiritual energy here existed like oxygen in the real world.

"Is this a hallucination This is too real, isn't it"

Chen Ping's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

At this time, the herdsman saw Chen Ping and actually walked towards him.

"Where are you from" the herder asked Chen Ping.

"I...," Chen Ping was speechless. He didn't know how to answer, the question itself leaving him bewildered as he couldn't even pinpoint his origins.

"Children, what place is this"

Chen Ping did not answer the herdsman, but instead asked him.

Fang Niuwa gave Chen Ping a strange look. "This is Penglai Island. Since you've arrived here, how could you not know where it is"

"Mount Penglai" Chen Ping frowned. He had heard of Mount Penglai. Wasn't it the legendary fairyland

Could this be a fairyland

Just as Chen Ping was about to continue asking the herder, the herder skipped away and disappeared.

Chen Ping was taken aback. Just as he was about to go look around, his body suddenly trembled. Following that, Zhao Chuang appeared before his eyes. The surrounding area was still the tomb chamber; there was no sign of Penglai Island anywhere.

"Brother Chen, what's wrong with you You just stared at that painting without blinking, like you were crazy..."

Zhao Chuang asked Chen Ping.

Chen Ping didn't know what was going on. He had just felt like he was hallucinating, but it also seemed so real. The voice of the herder was still echoing in his ears.

"Penglai Island"

Chen Ping mumbled softly.

But just then, suddenly someone shouted, "Look, the painting has changed..."

Everyone hurried to look, and found that the scene in the painting had completely changed. There were no mountains and waters anymore, and the herding boy was gone. In its place appeared a dense forest!

There are still many animals in the forest, but to Chen Ping, these animals are just lively and energetic.

Chen Ping, seeing this, sent a probe of divine sense forth. Immediately, he appeared to be in the forest as if by teleporting. Animals looked at him with alertness.

Chen Ping turned around and found no one, so he had to find a place to sit down. He circulated the Heart-Calming Art, and countless spiritual energies began to swarm towards Chen Ping's body.

Chen Ping's almost dry dantian quickly began to have spiritual energy transformed into a trickle of water, flowing into Chen Ping's dantian.

Chen Ping's dragon crystal within his body also began to frantically absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

No one noticed Chen Ping's change, so everyone's eyes fell on the painting of Nine Myriad Miles of Rivers and Mountains.!The arrow flew straight through Leng Wu Dao's body before vanishing without a trace!Leng Wu Dao was shocked, but when he looked down, he found that there were no scars on his body, and he didn't even...