On the scroll, there's unexpectedly a landscape painting, with a massive black mountain, and in the middle of the mountain, a Divine Eagle dressed in fiery red robes.
Amidst an ink wash painting, a splash of bright red, complementing each other, making that figure incredibly vivid, as if it became the painting's finishing touch, the soul within.
"Could that red figure be the projection left by Fire De True Monarch Zhong Liyang a thousand years ago?"
Chen Ku was drawn to the red-robed figure, and thoughts rapidly flashed through his mind.
Yet, just as he was pondering.
Accompanied by the scroll in front fully coming together, an irresistible world absorption force came to swallow him.
In the next instant, Chen Ku's entire figure had already been engulfed by the scroll.
He disappeared from the spot.
Immediately, the ink wash scroll on the corridor bridge also scattered into dazzling streams of light, dispersing into the columns on both sides of the bridge.
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