This spell frost dyed clothes naturally knows, this is the "tracing back to the source" of wind annihilation, it is a spell that can collect all the breath around him to the maximum extent through the spell caster's mana, and reproduce all the things that happened in the past in front of his eyes.

Speaking of "tracing back to the source", in these three realms, there is not only one person who can use it, but this technique is very expensive, and it usually needs to be accompanied by some powerful magic weapons to be used, so even if many people can use it, they will not want to use this method unless they have to.

However, this spell is not used by the wind oblivion unless it is necessary, not because of the problem of consumption and magic weapons, but because under normal circumstances, she can barely use too much mana to calculate many things that others can't calculate. Again, if she can't count it out of her fingers, then the problem may be a big deal.

The picture in the light curtain was changing, and the scene was rapidly reversing from a day ago to a year ago, but the bookshelf, where the guard map had been placed, was always empty.

Feng Yan's face was only serious at first, but when the picture in the light curtain traced back to a certain day more than two hundred years ago, the seriousness on her face completely cracked, and it was replaced by a touch of horror.

"Sister, this is ......" Frost-dyed clothes obviously sensed that something was wrong, and asked with a sneer.

Did the two women really see something extraordinary? No, no. On the contrary, it is because they have not seen anything remarkable that they are so surprised.

All because in the picture of the light curtain at this time, the painting was still resting peacefully on the shelf, and the day before the symbolic scene, that position was already empty.

In other words, how did this painting not exist, and Feng Yan couldn't see the reason for it through this method of tracing back to the source. To put it simply, all she could see was that the painting had been placed here the day before, and the day after it had disappeared without a trace, and no one had touched the painting, let alone erased the breath that might have been left in it.

"This ...... How is that possible?"

In the eyes of some people who can use "tracing back to the source", it is not a big deal to use this spell without tracing back what they want, because the level of mana, the strength of the magic weapon, and the length of time that has passed since the thing you want to trace are all factors that affect the accuracy of this spell.

But none of these factors can be a reason to influence the wind and annihilate, for no other reason, just by virtue of her identity as the goddess of Luohe, it is enough for her to do many things that others can't do.

But at this moment, she was shocked to find that her spell had also failed. What is going on? Why is this? The shock in Feng Yan's heart could not be described in words for a while.

"Could it be that someone with more mana than my sister erased the process of the disappearance of that painting?"

"No, no one has forcibly erased anything, and the painting can't just disappear in vain. I must find out what the hell is going on!" Feng Yan's eyes froze, and he had already made up his mind.

Frost-dyed clothes blinked in confusion and asked, "Is this ...... What else can be done to figure out this 'tracing back to the source'?"

"It's nothing, you go back first, and if you don't have my promise these days, don't come here to look for me again. The voice of the wind was as cold as the wind, and as she spoke, her body was already glowing with golden light, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Eh......" Frost-dyed clothes still wanted to ask for an explanation, but before even the word "sister" could be called, the woman disappeared without a trace like a gust of wind.

Feng Yan, who left Luohe Palace, did not go anywhere else, and the destination of her trip was the Hongmeng Relic Realm, which she frequently visited these days.

If there is any way in this world other than "tracing back to the source" to truly trace what happened in the past, it must be the strange power of the Twelve Hour Mirror.

Feng Yan couldn't find out the whereabouts of the painting in his "tracing back to the source", and there was already a strong uneasiness in his heart, there are not many things that can make her uneasy in this world, and the things that can make her so uneasy must be a big thing.

Pushing his mana to the extreme, Feng Annihilation has soon entered the Hongmeng Relic Realm. When she came to the depths of the relics, she didn't think much about it, and immediately turned into a golden light, and "swished" into the twelve-hour mirror, which she wanted to use to go back to more than two hundred years ago, back to the day before the painting disappeared.

The power of the Twelve Hour Mirror is very docile and reliable in front of a strong man with enough mana, and Wind Annihilation has returned to more than two hundred years ago without spending too much strength.

She hid her figure and quietly infiltrated the Luohe Palace. Today she was determined to see what had happened in the past that she could not even see.

The result of the incident was beyond the surprise of the wind, and she stayed in her study and waited silently, from day to nightfall, and then from late night until dawn, but there was still no special movement on the scrolls on the bookshelf.

Just when Feng Annihilation couldn't hold back and wanted to reach out and touch the painting, a strange scene happened.

I saw that the painting scroll suddenly emitted a faint fluorescence, slowly floated up and flew into the air, and then slowly unfolded, and the man in the painting appeared in the eyes of Feng Yan.

Immediately afterwards, the scroll suddenly flourished, and the colorful halo continued to flow, enveloping the entire painting paper into a light cluster that was one person high.

Then, in the solemn gaze of the wind, a man in green clothes and holding a sword slowly walked out of the light cluster.

This man's appearance and clothing are all the same as the guards painted by Zhixia for Feng Yan, and Feng Yan is really a little shocked by this scene.

She could feel that the man from the painting was flowing all over his body with the mana left by Zhixia when he was painting, and as far as the situation in front of her was concerned, this mana was still very majestic, needless to say, it was naturally Zhixia's intention.

In addition, she also had a sense of inexplicable closeness to this man in her subconscious, and that feeling of closeness was wonderful, as if there was a trace of blood and even soul connection. She knew it was because Zhixia used her own hair when she drew him.

The power of the hair that can be possessed by the wind also depends on the strength of the person who uses it. Perhaps these forces were not enough to make her feel such a strange sense of closeness to this man, but for more than 20,000 years, this painting has been stored in the study of the wind oblivion, even if the wind has hardly seen it and touched it again, but the breath of the wind is ubiquitous for this painting.

Since ancient times, the places where the gods can open up their mansions are all places where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is abundant, and Luohe Palace is naturally no exception.

It's just that the situation is somewhat similar to that of Wenchang Palace, the owner of Luohe Palace is also indifferent by nature, and his character is tough, and he has broken the way of those flowers, trees, birds, beasts, insects, and fish born in the palace. Therefore, in the vast heavenly realm, there has never been an immortal family that has heard of any goblins in Wenchang Palace or Luohe Palace who have ascended to immortals.

But the current situation is obviously a special existence, this man is not a man, the reason is very simple, he is not a human form transformed from this painting, but a person in the painting who comes out of this painting - and this is the technique of weaving Xia, as long as she wants, everything she paints can be turned into substance.

Feng Annihilation's expression was still solemn, but she didn't act rashly, the purpose of her trip was just to see the whereabouts of this painting, and Feng Annihilation, who was well versed in the theory of cause and effect cycle, would never forcibly change what had happened in the past in a world that did not belong to her.

Soon, she noticed that there was something strange about the man's gaze, his straight and sharp eyes on the portrait looked like they were in a fog at the beginning of chaos, which was obviously a sign that his mind was not yet fully opened.

The spirit is half-opened, everything he does is instinctive, and he saw that the man in the painting raised his hand slightly, put away the painting scroll behind him that had gradually dimmed and finally turned into an ordinary piece of drawing paper, and pinched it in his hand, and then walked slowly towards the outside of the study with some jerky steps.

Passing through the main room, the man quietly came to the side of the couch where the man who belonged to the past was lying there with his eyes closed, apparently asleep.

The man looked at the woman on the couch, his chaotic eyes flashing slightly, as if revealing a trace of doubt.

Just stared at the woman for a long time, the doubt in the man's eyes gradually turned into a kind of attachment, if it weren't for his body as a normal mature man, just looking at the innocent eyes, it looked like a child's dependence on his mother.

At this time, Feng Yan really wondered in her heart, a man stood by her bed and watched her for so long, she could still sleep so peacefully, and she didn't notice the slightest breath of the other party at all. Fortunately, this man has no ill will towards himself, otherwise he would have been more than lucky on this day of the year.

It wasn't until the wisps of early morning light shone through the glazed tiles of the warm pavilion that the man had some different movements—he took a deep last look at the sleeping woman on the bed, and then his figure gradually became hazy, and finally turned into a faint white light and quickly left the glazed warm pavilion.

Feng Yan's eyes froze, and she hurriedly followed the man's footsteps, she wanted to see where the man who was supposed to be waiting by her side to become her own escort was going.