His gaze lingered on it.
Shen Changqing stared at the painting, a strange feeling welling up in his heart.
It was as if he had grasped something, yet it also seemed like he had not grasped anything at all.
That strange sensation made his heart feel uncomfortable.
Involuntarily, Shen Changqing's Divine Sense landed on the painting.
In an instant, the scene changed.
It was as if his mind had been pulled into the painting, allowing him to overlook the world below from the Firmament, like an Immortal God.
On the mountaintop, a man in white extended a finger.
That simple gesture, seemingly capable of parting heaven and earth, split the Cloud Sea before him.
The clouds churned, and the force of the finger was unparalleled.
All sorts of profound mysteries surged into his mind.
For a moment, Shen Changqing's mind was utterly captivated by the profound mystery of that finger.
He didn't know how long had passed.
Suddenly, a voice reached his ears.
