Everything from his day is repeated.

There are Ye Chaofeng who hiked to Xueluo Mountain thousands of years ago, and Xie Aoyu who walked down from Xueluo Mountain, two people who are separated by more than 1,000 years and go in diametrically opposite directions, as if they are completely integrated in Xie Aoyu's body and mind.

At this moment, he is Ye Chaofeng.

He was re-appreciating Ye Chaofeng's perception of Xueluo Mountain in the depths of his soul at that moment, and the feeling was indescribably wonderful, as if he was a god.

A trace of cold air was released from the snowy mountain map.

The picture of hiking in the snow is a generation of painting gods at the cost of their own vitality, splashing ink, describing the connotation of Ye Chaofeng's mountaineering in the snow back then, it can be said that all the charm of what happened at that time has been integrated into this painting, Xie Aoyu knows that he can feel the mentality in the heart of the painting god.

He was touched by Ye Chaofeng.

For the emotion in his heart, the persistence in his heart, at the cost of his life, he created the most meaningful painting in his life, and it is also the interpretation of his life.

The touching of life.

The heartbeat of Seraksan Mountain.

Ye Chaofeng's perception of life.

When Xie Aoyu walked down from Xueluo Mountain, that heartbeat, everything gathered into the depths of Xie Aoyu's heart, as if lightning flashed through Xie Aoyu's mind, cutting through the dark twilight, and a picture of shocking the sky and earth was presented in Xie Aoyu's mind.

The Xueluo Mountains stretch for tens of millions of miles and lie across the continent of Qiao.

Its main peak reaches straight into the sky, with a foot of 9,999 meters, and on the top of this mountain, a mighty and extraordinary, awe-inspiring holy dragon stands with its head held high, its whole body is beautiful, holding the dragon's head high, looking up at the sky, as if to send out an eternal challenge to the sky in the depths of its heart.

War Dragon!

This is the war dragon of one of the nine holy dragons of the dragon clan, the holy dragon who takes battle as its life, and the only transcendent dragon clan that can compete with the emperor of dragons, the Tyrannosaurus rex.

Originally, Xie Aoyu visited Xueluo Mountain, and what appeared was a Tyrannosaurus rex, but now it has turned into a battle dragon.

It means that his enlightenment has reached the last point.

On the back of the war dragon, a person sits upright.

It's Xie Aoyu!

An awe-inspiring battle intent suddenly surged out of Xie Aoyu's body in reality, and his earth-shattering battle intent seemed to alarm the mountain map in the snow.

Brush!

I don't know when, from where, a finger pen flew in Xie Aoyu's hand, his whole person was in that strange state, suddenly stood up, took the pen to the snow in front of the mountain map, and quickly described it on the top of the scroll, the speed was extremely fast, without the slightest stagnation.

His wrist is steady, if the pen has the help of God, he quickly put down the pen on the mountain map in the snow, and the pen gradually presents a new picture, and the snow line on the picture to form a complete picture, and does not appear abrupt, and Xie Aoyu has never learned to paint, he painted it is comparable to the painting gods of the year, and even so fit, as if two people separated by more than a thousand years, become confidants, and jointly describe a perfect picture.

There has never been a moment when Xie Aoyu was moved by such smoothness.

It seems that everything in heaven and earth has been collected by him, and he seems to be able to present everything on this picture scroll, and this picture scroll is also showing him its greatness, and it is also expressing the moving of a generation of painting gods before they die.

He was moved by Ye Chaofeng.

The touching from the soul, inherited for thousands of years, deeply shocked Xie Aoyu, allowing him to overcome all obstacles and resonate with that generation of painting gods and a generation of great masters of fighting skills.

Their thoughts, their feelings, and their touches were all transmitted to Xie Aoyu, making Xie Aoyu fill the lives of two people at once.

He understood Ye Chaofeng's feeling of having an epiphany about Xueluo Mountain, he understood the feeling that a generation of painting gods would rather die than paint this painting, and he even had an epiphany of his inner being.

At the same time, outside the back room, everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Two days passed in a blink of an eye.

Everyone is busy with their own affairs, Ling Yun'er is dealing with the affairs of the Chamber of Commerce, Yaqing is accompanying her, and Hoshino and the others are doing their own things.

It was in the afternoon of the second day.

The sun sets, the sky is a touch of sunset, and the burning clouds are very charming.

A subtle fluctuation suddenly passed out of the secret room, and the first thing he sensed was Hoshino, whose strength was the strongest, and he appeared outside Xie Aoyu's retreat like a ghost.

Immediately afterwards, a famous Heavenly King-level master appeared around one after another.

They looked at the secret room quietly, seemed to see through the barrier, saw Xie Aoyu in the secret room, and under the influence of his extraordinary mental state of fusing Ye Chaofeng and painting gods, they also gradually sublimated their spirits, and under his leadership, they went to visit Xueluo Mountain and comprehend the spirit of painting gods.

"Sister, what's going on?" Ling Yun'er, Yaqing and others, who had been rewarded, rushed over one after another, and there were quite a few of them who were saint-level masters.

None of them could feel the situation in the secret room, but when they saw Hoshino and the others with their eyes slightly closed and their faces filled with irrepressible joy, they knew that something must have happened.

"I don't know, it's like, it's like ......" Yaqing faintly seemed to have a feeling, but she couldn't touch it, she couldn't catch it, and she couldn't describe it, but her spirit seemed to be gradually concentrated in the past, and a new picture was presented, as if Xie Aoyu had crossed a thousand years of time and came to Xueluo Mountain, he and Ye Chaofeng walked side by side, and in that distance, a generation of painting gods were focused, depicting something with a splash of ink.

It was a strong feeling, like the real thing.

Yaqing was also fully sublimated with her state of mind, especially the very close relationship between her and Xie Aoyu, so relatively speaking, Yaqing's perception was more of Xie Aoyu's help, and she opened her mind and body to Yaqing, making her feel that everything was the most real, so it definitely has indescribable benefits for Yaqing's cultivation.

Even the Heavenly King level can feel something, after all, whether it is Ye Chaofeng or a generation of painting gods, they are all extraordinary existences, and their inner cultivation has reached an amazing level, which is far from being comparable to the ordinary Heavenly King level.

At the same time, in the underground of this Violet Chamber of Commerce, in an underground space up to 100 meters deep, an old man who had been silent for an unknown number of years, his breathing gradually became heavier, as if the lost spiritual power was returning quickly, his wrinkled face was also smoothed out, incomparably bright, but his hair was still snow-white, and his closed eyes slowly opened.

It was as if a flash of lightning flashed.

With the return of vitality, the old man's body bloomed with an amazing momentum, he looked up at the room where Xie Aoyu was, "Who is it, who awakens me who is about to lose all my vitality, who re-instills vitality in me, who brings my spirit to a thousand years ago, who makes me understand the mystery of life in Xueluo Mountain, and who moves me." He muttered to himself, but two tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes.

He was moved by the last life of a generation of painting gods, splashing ink.

Tears.

People were also turned around.

After decades of retreat, I will come back with realization!

The old man said softly, "I'm back!"