Immortal Sword Master

Lin Xin rummaged through the stacked picture frames for a while.

The painter didn't bother him. Let him search in the pile of paintings and drawing paper at will.

In the beginning, it was all landscape paintings, from landscapes to planets, to the universe, to black holes, suns, supernovae explosions.

There is everything.

After that, the further you go down, the smaller the range.

After Lin Xin flipped through more than a dozen paintings, he finally found a so-called painting of a human head and a snake body from the bottom few paintings.

It is said to be a painting, but it is actually just a line drawing, a sketch with only black and white lines.

He held the painting in his hand, the scroll didn't even have a frame, it was just a simple piece of paper.

Then, Lin Xin didn't do anything, just waited quietly.

He had a hunch that that woman would come to him again, and she would definitely.

Standing quietly in the windmill and waiting, Lin Xin began to devour the surrounding air, and the gas density here was far higher than any place he had ever seen.

Even higher than the rock density of the big universe.

Wait!! Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Lin Xin's mind.

Is it possible that I am now in a large mass of matter with an extremely terrifying density. It's just that the lighter things in the matter become air gas in my eyes.

But the heavier and denser ones become dirt, grass, and windmills in my eyes.

Lin Xin's heart skipped a beat.

Even further speculation, I may be inside a huge black hole star. For outsiders and ordinary people, what they see is a terrifying planet with a density so high that it becomes a black hole.

And in my eyes, my own density has reached an extremely high level, so compared to me, the matter in this planet is actually divided into clear and turbid densities.

This truth is somewhat difficult to understand.

But Lin Xin came up with the key to confirm this almost instantly.

That is, the black mud he swallowed before was denser than several planets he swallowed.

He swallowed a small ball of black mud the size of a palm just now, and in the big universe, he swallowed quite a few giant planets.

interesting.

A trace of interest appeared on Lin Xin's face.

If this is the case, then the existence that can't reach this entry-level density, once stepping here, the body density may be thinner than the air here. Then it will definitely become the situation of the woman before.

The body becomes translucent and partly visible.

And more existences may not even have the qualifications to see this place. In their field of vision, there is no distinction between turbidity and density at all. Some of them are all extremely terrifying and unimaginable huge compressed objects. .In their eyes, the substances here are all the same, that is, entities that cannot be penetrated by sight.

Just like no one can find traces and outlines of other colors in the pitch black.

After figuring this out, Lin Xin connected with the characteristics of the abyss, and immediately knew it.

The gate of the abyss is located at the end of matter, and if this is really a certain layer in the bottom layer of the abyss.

It's normal for this to happen.

He waited patiently.

Time passed slowly.

Finally, when the thousandth heartbeat was about to pass, the woman appeared again.

You helped me find that painting!!?

The woman appears excited.

She saw the scribbled sketch of a human head and a snake body in Lin Xin's hand at a glance.

Tell me, the original method of achievement.

Lin Xin said lightly.

The woman gave him a deep look.

If it's you, maybe it really can...I've never seen anyone come in here and stay in shape.

Here, in the past, the only thing that could keep the entity was the painter.

Didn't I keep coming in the same way last time?

Lin Xin was surprised.

You were also incorporeal last time. The woman shook her head.

Lin Xin frowned slightly, and did not continue to ask.

He glanced at the colored thread on his wrist, and there was still a tenth of it left.

I'm running out of time, you'd better hurry.

good!

The woman nodded and began to explain formally.

While I am still awake, since you have come here, you must have met a certain basic condition to reach the original.

And here is the most basic entrance or key to enter the original realm.

what should I do?

Lin Xin asked in a deep voice.

In the past, you traded your most precious thing to the painter as a reward, and he will help you draw your most core eternal picture scroll in exchange.

When the woman mentioned this, her tone trembled slightly.

The Eternal Picture Scroll is the most likely eternal and unchanging part of your body, the strongest part that will not be worn away by time.

It can be your physical body, your emotions, your will, or even your elaborate magic weapon, or your soul. Even many intangible things, feelings, emotions, love and hate....

To put it simply, I need to find out what can be called eternal in me, and let the artist paint it? Is that what you mean?

Lin Xin briefly summarized.

You can understand it that way.

What if what I thought was eternal doesn't actually work?

Lin Xin continued to ask.

Then you will lose your most precious thing, forever. The woman replied in a deep voice.

Lin Xin's heart trembled, and he suddenly remembered the god ancestor in the black universe.

The woman who lost the front half of her body forever.

how should I do?

he asked seriously.

Go over and say your request. Then say what you think you can last forever.

After that, everything is left to the painter.

The woman said lightly.

How do I know you didn't lie to me?

Lin Xin naturally couldn't trust her.

I don't have to lie to you. You can finish all this and give me my painting.

The woman's mood has obviously stabilized at this time.

good.

Lin Xin nodded, looked at his wrist, and the time was lost.

Knowing that there was no delay, he walked forward slowly.

Walk behind the painter, about a few meters away, and stop.

Do you want to leave your mark on the eternal painting wall? A male voice that seemed to be suppressing his fear and fear rang in Lin Xin's ear.

Is this going to step into the primordial? Lin Xin asked back.

If you can leave a mark, yes.

The voice answered.

Who are you?

I'm a painter.

In front of Lin Xin, the painter who was painting also slowly stopped.

Your most precious thing... is... Huh?

The painter suddenly froze. After a short pause, he continued.

Okay, it's time to start, what is the place you think is eternal, the part that belongs to your eternal existence?

Give it to me, and I'll paint it on the wall of eternity. If successful, you will be eligible to enter the original.

I think the place where I am eternal... Lin Xin closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

He never thought about it.

Yes.

Primitives, the reason why they can ignore and easily manipulate time, must have a place that is not affected by time as the core.

Time passed slowly.

Lin Xin has been silent, he is thinking.

Everything on him is obtained from attribute abilities.

The cultivation base on his body was also cultivated little by little the day after tomorrow.

These things are all accumulated over time, and continue to grow and become stronger. It will also become weaker and weaker as time goes backwards.

So, what is it that has really remained the same, that has not changed over time?

He kept asking himself.

strength?

No, it's not.

Cultivation?

Nor is it.

Knowledge?

Not at all.

Maybe some special intangible thing.

Lin Xin frowned.

The painter didn't seem to be in a hurry, but just stood there quietly, waiting for his answer.

He is not a real life, rather than a life, he is just a switch.

Like a lock on the outside of a box.

He doesn't have much right to think, the only thing he can do is to draw pictures and ask any existence that comes here.

But the person he saw before, the person who made him feel interesting, the essence of his soul would be like that.

This makes the painter feel a little novelty like never before.

Time flows slowly.

I don't know how long it has been.

Lin Xin finally opened his eyes.

If you say, there is still something in me that is not affected by time. His eyes gradually brightened, revealing a trace of absolute coldness and reason.

That should be, I don't want to die!

Are you afraid of dying...

The painter understood what Lin Xin meant.

You can say that. After Lin Xin said this, he seemed to feel a little more relaxed.

He stared intently at the back of the painter in front of him.

Swish Swish Swish....

The painter picked up the pen and started to draw on a piece of white paper very quickly.

He started with black and white sketches.

It was a slender man, a man Lin Xin knew very well.

In an instant, he realized that it was himself, his body in this life.

The painter's speed is very fast, from the head to the feet, and then fill in the details, and even the fingerprints are described in detail.

Soon a black and white sketch was drawn.

Just at the moment when the picture scroll completes the sketch.

boom! !

Lin Xin suddenly felt his surroundings go dark.

Endless cramps surged out from all parts of the body in an instant.

Then there's humiliation.

then suffocation....

Another sting.....

Disgusting...blah blah...

All kinds of extreme negative feelings poured into Lin Xin's mind.

He has never had this kind of experience, just like struggling desperately in the Nether Mansion.

Perhaps the experience back then was far worse than it is now.

'I'd rather die...'

A thought suddenly popped into his mind.

‘Death can be completely liberated. '

No.....

'This kind of pain will last until your soul collapses. If you don't choose to relieve it, you will never be able to relieve it.

The painter just lied to you...'

No.....

Lin Xin murmured in a low voice.

Countless painful and negative perceptions began to circulate in his body continuously.

He stood where he was, motionless.

And the woman in the white dress guarding the door looked at him nervously with a hint of expectation.

No one wants to die. The woman understood in her heart.

But compared to death, there are more things, more trials, more difficulties, which are more unbearable.

For example, a life that will always live in pain. At this time, the eternal peace brought about by death is what they pursue and yearn for.

Many people think that they would never want to die.

But if you really have to encounter extreme pain, extreme humiliation, extreme oppression, etc...

Too many suicide lives have revealed the choices of countless people.

When living in this world, there is only pain left. Death is the ultimate liberation.