Four middle-aged men and women sat in the hall, sitting cross-legged on the carpet in the center of the hall.

The snow-white and flawless carpet was thick and soft. They sat on the four corners of the carpet with a solemn and calm expression.

But there is an easel in the center of the carpet, and a scroll is lying horizontally on it.

The scroll is two meters long, and the axis body exudes a deep luster and is filled with vicissitudes of life.

Chu Zhiyuan's eyes turned to the scroll and frowned.

It feels so super that I can't even see it.

The invisible power enveloped the scroll, as if it was shrouded in a thick fog, faintly, as if it was real or illusory.

It seems to be a drawing axis, but not a drawing axis, and it has a vague outline.

The outline seems to be a door.

He suddenly felt familiar, as if he had seen this power.

He closed his eyes and searched in his mind.

Have memories that you can never forget. As long as you see them once, you will feel familiarity when you see them again.

So this feeling must have happened before, where did it happen?

This requires searching for huge memories, even memories of previous lives.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and stared at the scroll thoughtfully.

He closed his eyes and opened his eyes, but in a moment, Zhuang Juyue didn't feel anything strange and said, "Mr. Prince Consort, this is that painting. I'm sorry."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "When I comprehend, I need to be calm and uninterrupted."

"Everyone is going out?"

"yes."

"...Okay." Zhuang Juyue pondered for a moment, looked at the four middle-aged people, and finally nodded slowly.

The four middle-aged men and women looked solemn and calm, without saying a word, stood up and left the hall.

Chu Zhiyuan glanced at Zhuang Juyue.

It seems that the power of this lord is high enough that the four priests have no objection.

Zhuang Juyue said, "We will go out too. If the prince-consort needs it, just give me instructions."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "I will let Xiaozheng tell you if there is something."

"I'm sorry, my husband." Zhuang Juyue took Lu Qingyuan and Mo Qing out of the hall.

Fu Zheng also went out.

She stood at the entrance of the hall, guarding her like a door god to avoid disturbances.

Lu Qingyuan lowered her voice: "Sister Fu, I'm sorry, how long will it take?"

Fu Zheng shook her head: "Sister Lu, don't worry, Your Highness can understand."

Lu Qingyuan looked at the hall and nodded.

This picture is very mysterious, no matter how you comprehend it, you will never get into it.

This painting has been in the sect for more than a thousand years.

Within a thousand years, all the disciples have comprehended this picture and found nothing.

No matter how good the twelve princesses have, can they exceed all the disciples of the Phoenix Sword Sect within a thousand years?

It's just hopeless, and I won't let go of any hope.

She did not leave, and stood by and accompanied Fu Zheng.

The two of them spoke secretly by sending their voices to keep their appearance quiet.

Chu Zhiyuan opened the scroll, but it was a landscape painting.

The painting is painted with a towering mountain range, like a giant dragon entrenching.

The sky is covered with dark clouds, the mountains are densely covered with forests, and the fog in the forest meets the dark clouds in the sky.

The whole painting exudes a sense of sternness and majesty, making people breathe hard.

He frowned and pondered.

When I looked at this picture, I couldn't help but be attracted by the mountains.

You will vaguely feel that the shape of this mountain range hides mystery.

Will there be any principles of heaven and earth in the shape and momentum of the mountain?

Chu Zhiyuan's eyes fell into the sky, looking at the dark clouds above.

He could feel the mystery among these dark clouds, and the mystery was inside it.

He had already remembered the familiarity that had appeared before, but it was the breath of the secret place.

The breath of the secret land of the little sky outside the sky is the source of familiarity this painting gives you.

Could this painting come from a secret place?

...

Time passes slowly, and the sun slowly falls from east to west.

Twilight surges.

The lights are on.

Fu Zheng and Lu Qingyuan were like two statues, guarding the entrance of the hall without moving.

At first they talked about gossip and chatted, but later they slowly stopped and began to calm down.

At this time, it was completely quiet, the body was relaxed, the energy was lively, and it could move at any time.

He even closed his bright eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Xiao Zheng, Miss Lu, come in." Chu Zhiyuan's voice suddenly rang.

The two women immediately opened their bright eyes.

"Your Highness?" Fu Zheng said softly.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Get some food and drink."

"Yes." Fu Zheng responded quickly.

Lu Qingyuan hurriedly floated and picked up the teacup and desserts on the table beside him.

Every time, the original teacup will be removed from the table and replaced with a new teacup.

At the end of the day, I have removed countless times to keep the teacup steaming.

Fu Zheng carefully pushed open the hall door and the two entered the hall.

Chu Zhiyuan was sitting cross-legged on the thick, soft and flawless white carpet, with a calm expression.

"Your Highness."

Fu Zheng knelt down and handed the teacup over, while Lu Qingyuan over the snacks.

Chu Zhiyuan took the teacup and sipped it lightly, picked up another piece of dessert and put it into his mouth.

After meditation on this day, my mental consumption was huge, my physical burden was extremely heavy, and I was thirsty and hungry.

However, no matter how thirsty or hungry, taking a sip of tea and snacks is enough to relieve it.

"Your Highness, do you still have to continue to comprehend?" Fu Zheng said softly: "Go back and rest first, come again tomorrow?"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "No need."

Fu Zheng hurriedly said, "It's not bad for this day or two, right?"

"There is no need to comprehend it anymore, you have already realized something." Chu Zhiyuan said.

Fu Zheng suddenly laughed.

She turned her head and looked at Lu Qingyuan.

Lu Qingyuan was surprised and hesitated: "Has the prince consort understood something?"

Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "This painting is a portal, I don't know where to go."

Lu Qingyuan was stunned and hurriedly said, "Portrait? What portal?"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "It's like a door. As for where the door leads to, you have to explore it before you know it...it may be a cave heaven or our world, but it leads to something else."

Lu Qingyuan was excited: "Chongtian?!"

If it is really a cave, it is a great opportunity.

The fundamental reason why the four major sects can stand out from their peers and have a transcendent status is the cave heaven.

Each has its own cave, which has huge resources for practice and a way out.
To be continued...