This is the sign that the [Heaven Refining Acupoint], a Seven-Star Peak Divine Object, is beginning to show obvious signs of wear as its usage increases and it digests too much of the Divine Object.
And the small crown on Lin Guang’s dark golden heart already has six diamond-shaped fragnts fully materialized, with even the seventh Dao Mark half filled in.
——His cultivation has not been hindered by the previous chanical Spirit Cup, but rather, he has been advancing courageously and diligently.
One might say that this repeated consumption of Spiritual Power, calculation, amplification, and using the Painting Dao Inheritance to participate in the construction of the Angry Iron Plate, is an excellent tempering for Lin Guang. It has allowed him to accumulate a large amount of insights, which he can use as nutrients to be invested into [Heaven Refining Acupoint], laying a solid foundation for himself.
And that is also the purpose of the classes for several girls.
The so-called Dao Mark is not simply about entering the Artificial Divine Domain and waiting for the Divine Object and Spiritual Materials to be digested and fed to you.
Learning, thinking, and practice—all of these are useful.
Even if they have not yet condensed their True Body in advance, with Lin Guang’s help, they are qualified to choose the path they wish to advance in the future with their own thoughts.
Soon, everyone arrived at their destination.
Their driver Chelina skillfully maneuvered this hovercar, taking the group to various places in Longteng University, and finally dropped Lin Guang off at the platform in front of the teaching building.
Lin Guang smiled, watching Chelina turn the car around, heading towards the training ground agreed upon with her ntor, Lu Pa. He then turned around, carrying his bag, and walked through the vaguely respectful crowd, entering the Number One teaching building.
He navigated the complex pathways, up and down, and finally stopped in front of that familiar, desolate corridor, in front of the ancient redwood door painted there.
It was different from the winter vacation.
Now, that note written in scrawled handwriting, saying "In Seclusion," was finally gone.
This ans...
Has this teacher finally decided to confront the reality of completing the Unseen Object?
Lin Guang looked at the painted door, feeling the Angry Iron Plate already on standby in his Sea of Spirit, couldn’t help but smile, his heart filling with genuine anticipation.
He reached out his hand, gently touching the painting with his fingertips, knocking three tis lightly with his knuckles, and after waiting for a few seconds, just as usual, pushed the door and entered.
Ripple-like patterns spread out, engulfing him.
Only to see the scene before his eyes change in an instant.
In a flash, he returned once again to that extrely familiar, ancient pavilion built halfway up the mountain.
The mountain breeze still carried the moist scent of water and the freshness of grass and trees; the distant mountains were still shrouded in mist, like an Immortal Realm.
But this ti, the pavilion was no longer empty.
At this mont, a graceful figure stood with her back to him, quietly standing on the edge of the pavilion, gazing at the distant waterfall that descended from the sky like an inverted galaxy.
A woman.
Her figure was graceful, with long black hair, interspersed with strands of erald green, cascading like a waterfall. She wore a sleeveless cheongsam with side slits, in shades between deep blue and ink green, its hem fluttering gently in the mountain breeze, with intricate dragon patterns ticulously embroidered in golden thread, lifelike.
Her hands were quite peculiar, their shape was no different from that of ordinary won, appearing delicate.
But from her elbows down to her fingertips, they seed stained with ink-black hues, a strange mix of green with red and blue. Behind her extended a large white dragon tail, decorated with erald green mane at the end, swaying lightly in the wind.
As if sensing Lin Guang’s arrival, she slowly turned around.
At that mont, Lin Guang felt his breath pause for a mont.
——It was a face that seed to have stepped out of an ancient, poetic painting.
Her skin was white and lustrous like jade, seemingly never seeing sunlight, yet it emitted a warm, jade-like luster. Her features were exquisitely delicate, unlike that of re mortals, her brows like distant mountains tinted with indigo, her lips like cherry blossoms just beginning to bloom.
Between her hair, a pair of small dragon horns, carved like jade, glimred faintly, adding a touch of divine beauty beyond the human realm.
Those clear eyes, as transparent as top-grade jewels, with dragon race vertical pupils of crimson red, calmly looked over.
Lin Guang snapped back to reality, speaking calmly: "Teacher, I have already painted the Unseen Object."
"......"
She quietly observed Lin Guang, as if seeing through his Sea of Spirit into the yellow-black interlocked Steel Giant within, letting out a slight hum, and uttered four extrely cold words.
"Opportunistic trick."
The smile on Lin Guang’s face remained unchanged, not at all uncomfortable, as if he had predicted she would assess him this way: "Teacher, if a Spirit Master has no partners, then indeed he can accomplish nothing."
"This is the best answer I could have delivered."
Upon saying this, the woman’s gaze wavered slightly, seemingly choked by his words.
After a few monts, she lightly coughed.
"...Alright, consider that you’ve passed."
"Watch carefully."
The woman slowly raised her non-human right hand, covered with black cyan dragon patterns, grasping the lone wolf hair brush that was supposed to be for Lin Guang’s use on the painting desk.
Without even looking at the inkstone, she rely tapped the tip of the brush lightly in the air.
In an instant, the forces in the surrounding world seed to be summoned by so invisible call, transforming into the purest ink, spontaneously converging on the brush tip.
She flicked her wrist, making a stroke.
Simultaneously, massive ink marks began to manifest in the world.
With just a single stroke, this visible piece of heaven and earth started to rapidly expand.
A trail of ink seed to extend infinitely in the air, transforming into a winding mountain range.
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