If the path of cultivating immortals is like the process of filling a water reservoir, then the artistic conception period is like a small bottle of water.

And the process of painting the gods is to make the mouth of this small bottle bigger.

The bottle itself becomes larger, which cannot actually increase the amount of water stored, and the reason is simple, the bottle mouth is so big, how can it hold the water of the lake and the sea.

In addition to the bottle itself, the bottle mouth should also become larger, so large that it can be equal to the capacity of the bottle.

Of course, compared with the artistic conception period, the water reservoir will also change, and at least from a small bottle will become a pond. This bottle mouth is very important.

How to increase the storage capacity of the water reservoir is the threshold and bottleneck of the painting god.

And if you want to increase the size of the water reservoir and the size of the mouth of the bottle, there is only one way, to enhance the divine sense.

The stronger the divine sense, the more refined the heaven and earth aura that can be attracted during cultivation, and the natural amount will also increase.

This is the gradual process of a cultivator, after all, the body cannot be changed, and the only thing that can be changed is quality to drive quantity.

To use the simplest way to use an analogy, if a spell of a water system is cast in the artistic conception period to fill a pool, then a spell of the same spell in the painting period can fill the lake.

This is the leap of quality and quantity, and the process of cultivating truth is the continuous pursuit of more refined mana.

The most fundamental element that changes the purity of mana is not the intensity of the aura between heaven and earth, but the strength of the cultivator's divine consciousness.

This is the reason why there are different types of exercises, and the divine consciousness produced by the cultivation of different exercises is different, and the purity of mana is also different. The means of natural supernatural powers are also different, and there is a gap between Dao Zhen and Dao Yin.

The painting period is divided into ten small realms, which are "joy, anger, sorrow, thought, sorrow, fear, shock, birth, awakening, and spirit".

The first seven are the seven feelings, and the last three are the three senses.

Only by cutting off the seven emotions and three senses can the monk advance to a higher realm. And the painting period is the process of cutting off the seven emotions and three senses.

The seven emotions are closely related to the qi and blood of the five mansions, which is the sublimation of the physical body.

Taoists believe that the body directly affects people's will, so the five mansions have always been called the five zhi, qi and blood surge, and affect the brain and thus affect the sea of divine consciousness, so the seven emotions are the involvement of the Tao.

Only by cutting off the seven emotions can the avenue be achieved. This is the foundation of the avenue, and it is also a small tribulation in the painting period.

The three senses are the consciousness of life, perception and spirituality, so they are also called the three corpses.

Of course, it is naturally impossible to behead three corpses during the painting period, otherwise there would be no circulation of immortals beheading three corpses.

And the seven emotions and three senses of the painted god are more like crossing, facing oneself and crossing the mortal womb.

This is also the reason why Xiao Feng has always been at a loss for the painting period, and he can't understand how to cross the joy of the seven feelings.

Joy through the heart, fear of the kidneys and lungs, so joy and fear are better than sorrow.

How to face one's own heart is the problem that Huishen had to face in the early days.

Because Xiao Feng had passed through the events on the earth, and had encountered frequent unfair treatment in the Dustless Sect and the Ten Thousand Saints Immortal Palace, his heart was extremely secretive. This is also destined to make his path of painting gods more difficult than others.

This is a cold world, frozen for thousands of miles, covered with snow, and the world seems to have only one color, and the white is blinding.

And in the center of this world, Xiao Feng was dressed in white clothes and white robes, and his white hair matched his somewhat pale face. Sit cross-legged on the ground.

There were a few drops of sweat running down his cheeks, and tears seemed to be flashing in the corners of his eyes.

The fear made his body tremble slightly, he bit his lip, and a trace of blood kept spilling out of his mouth, but he endured it, maybe not at all, because at this time his heart hurt more than his body.

One spell after another fell from the sky and smashed down on the bustling streets, overturning the fleeing cars.

Vast areas of buildings are collapsing, crumbling, the ground is cracking, and the unfortunate people are falling into the cracks.

The old grandmother was on crutches, looking helplessly, and the tearful face was just desperate fear, and this old grandmother was Xiao Feng's grandmother.

She is not a good grandmother, she is old and stubborn, and sometimes she likes to lose her temper like a child. But she loves Xiao Feng the most.

No matter what grandma is angry about, Xiao Feng can always make her laugh with a word, and she can always make her angry immediately.

Xiao Feng knew that he lived in two different eras from his grandmother, and his grandmother also suffered a lot back then.

When catching up with the good days, grandma never hid her secrets, and always secretly gave Xiao Feng what she thought was the best, including delicious things.

Although Xiao Feng doesn't think her grandmother is a good grandmother, in Xiao Feng's heart, she is the best grandmother in the world.

At this time, seeing his grandmother looking so helpless, Xiao Feng's heart was dripping blood.

The pain was suppressed, and he wanted to roar out, but it was stuck in his throat, and he could only swallow it back.

The scene took a sharp turn, and the cracks in the ground were spreading, and soon they were at his grandmother's feet.

Grandma wanted to escape, she tried her best to dodge with crutches, but unfortunately she was too old, an old man in his eighties and nearly nineties, and his legs were already inconvenient.

Soon his grandmother fell into the cracks in the ground, and although she discarded her crutches, the old grandmother could not hold on long, and her body fell into the cracks of the ground with her weak hands, and fell into the bottomless abyss.

It seems that before grandma fell into the crack in the ground, she let out a cry, and the shout turned out to be: "Feng'er, run." ”

Xiao Feng couldn't hold back any longer, his tears were like a flood that broke the embankment, and he couldn't stop it.

"Grandma. Xiao Feng hoarsely voiced and roared hard, but the voice seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, or he had lost his cry.

Xiao Feng didn't know what he was doing, he wanted to rush over, he wanted to jump into the bottomless abyss to save his grandmother.

However, at this moment, a gold-armored warrior suddenly appeared out of thin air and blocked in front of him.

"If you want to save her, you can't save her, you can't go back to the past. You'll always remember it, haha. The face of the golden armor warrior seemed to be covered with a hazy silk veil, Xiao Feng couldn't see his face clearly at all, but he could clearly see the smug face of the golden armor warrior at this time.

"I, I'm going to kill you. Xiao Feng roared hysterically, but the picture in front of him suddenly changed.

The bustling streets shifted again, and a thin figure appeared in Xiao Feng's sight.

"Nope. When Xiao Feng saw this figure, his heart also trembled, and he couldn't help but roar sadly.

It was his most beloved sister.