In the depths of the world of the curtain, at the bottom of an illusory mountain made of transparent silk threads.

"Are you also a creature of Beiju Luzhou?"

Under the wide black robe, Ji Qingchan's voice was cold and clear, which was very good.

Not far from her, a thin woman stood in light and shadow, with dense transparent silk threads in her hands, sketching a vast and distorted picture.

"How did you find out?"

The woman stopped what she was doing and turned her head slightly.

Ji Qingchan chuckled lightly and said: "Although the costume you are wearing is a little blurry, it is an extremely obvious straight collar placket, tied with a tie, and the neckline is decorated with plain silk, which is the orthodox Taoist robe style that is spread in the Northern Julu Continent, and the clothing style of the rest of the continents is different from this, and it is not too difficult to identify." ”

The woman was stunned for a moment, and said, "I am waiting in this world of paintings, and you still have such a delicate mind. ”

"Aunt Dao is overrated," Ji Qingchan walked closer, looking down at the distorted picture in the woman's slender white jade hand, "What is this?" ”

Dao Gu's expression was a little gloomy, and after a few breaths, he spoke: "This is a map of my hometown before I was destroyed, and only by relying on this thing can I not collapse my mind." ”

Ji Qingchan lowered her gaze, carefully looked at the unfinished picture, and said: "Looking at this picture, it must be a place where Zhong Ling is beautiful, dare to ask Daogu, where is the place depicted on this picture located in Beiju Luzhou?" ”

Dao Gu raised her head, looked at Ji Qingchan's beautiful and pale little face under her black robe, and said, "There are some things that you still don't want to know." ”

Ji Qingchan raised her eyebrows, the corners of her soft and red lips faintly hooked a trace of arc, and said softly: "This is the bottom of the Holy Mountain of Sumeru, the corner of the countless painting worlds between the reincarnation and the poles. ”

After these words fell, the Dao Gu's expression was obviously a little ugly, and her voice was also cold: "What are you talking about!?" ”

Ji Qingchan came closer and said in a low voice: "I have a method, maybe I can help you really turn the virtual into the real, but ......"

The girl was stunned for a moment, and her sleeve robe flicked lightly, and the distorted picture dissipated.

Above the heads of the two, on this huge mountain, there are countless intertwined lights and shadows, and between life and death, there is no concept of time for a long time.