Qiankun Academy, the place of true transmission.

In a cave, the layout is elegant and simple, exuding a faint fragrance.

The cave was quiet, with only a faint ‘swarming’ sound occasionally, but a beautiful woman was sitting sideways, next to a piece of rice paper, holding a paintbrush, and painting attentively.

The woman is completely immersed in this painting, her eyes are as clear as water, and her eyes shine continuously.

On the woman's shoulder, a snow-white butterfly fell there, flapping its wings gently.

One person, one butterfly, one pen, one painting.

This scene itself is a flawless painting!

I don't know how long it took, the woman let out a sigh of relief, and her mind escaped from the picture scroll before her eyes.

"Didn't you have decided not to think about him? Why are you still drawing that person?"

The snow-white butterfly suddenly uttered words and asked crisply.

On this picture scroll, there was only a human figure with black hair and purple robe, just standing with a hand in hand, exuding a powerful breath!

Even through the paper, you can still feel a suffocating pressure!

However, the black-haired and purple-robed man on this picture scroll is a bit weird, and the position on the face is only a pair of deep eyes, which is burning with a mysterious purple flame.

Except for these eyes, no other facial features are drawn.

Even so, if this picture is taken out, most of the cultivators at the Nine Heavens Conference will be able to recognize it at a glance, and the picture scroll is Demon Territory Wild Wu!

Upon hearing Snow White Butterfly's question, the woman lowered her head slightly and fell silent.

After a while, she raised her head and said: "Before the Nine Heavens Conference, I had just comprehended the golem in the "Picture of Gods, Ghosts, Immortals and Demons" and was able to step into the void of truth."

"So?"

Snow White Butterfly was a little confused, and then asked: "I have never understood. You have understood the idol. Why do you want to skip the ghost image, the immortal image, and understand the golem first."

The woman stretched out her slender hand and landed on the painting in front of her, her fingers gradually flicking across the blank face of Demon Realm Huangwu, and a moving look passed across her beautiful eyes.

"Here, it should have been a cold silver mask."

The woman slowly said: "At the Nine Heavens Conference, I met him again. Perhaps through the magic in the golem, with the help of his eyes, he can depict his true appearance."

"what?"

Xuebai Butterfly was a little surprised, and asked, "Can you draw the true face of Demon Territory Arakawa?"

"I am also not certain."

The woman shook her head slightly, paused for a while, and then said: "However, with his eyes, I have a feeling of deja vu in my heart. I should try it."

"Great!"

Xuebai Butterfly said with excitement, "I am also curious, what exactly is born under this Huangwu mask."

"Isn't it the blue-faced fangs, ferocious look, he was afraid of scaring people, so he wore a mask to cover it."

"Maybe."

The woman also chuckled.

Xuebai Butterfly said again: "By the way, if you can draw his appearance and tear up the picture scroll, wouldn't it be able to condense him out and help you kill the enemy?"

"No way."

The woman shook her head and said: "His method is too mysterious, I can't draw it."

In the woman's mind, even if she can draw it, she doesn't want to do it.

Demon Territory Huangwu has a very special status in her heart. She doesn't want this painting to become a magic weapon that will be shredded at any time.

The woman took a deep breath, her brush hung over the face of the figure in the scroll, and closed her eyes.

According to the Taoism in the golem, the two meetings between himself and Demon Realm Huangwu, and the pair of eyes burning with purple flames, followed a strange feeling in his heart.

The paintbrush in the woman's hand finally fell, and she drew lightly on the scroll.

...

Academy Teleportation Array.

Su Zimo sent Taoyao and Liu Ping to the teleportation formation, and he let out a sigh of relief after watching them leave Qiankun Academy.

As soon as Su Zimo walked out of the teleportation hall, two figures galloped up not far away, and in an instant, they descended in front of him.

Su Zimo looked up.

These two are actually the two Dao Tong Gu Yue and Mu Shan beside the master of the academy, and he has only seen it once.

"Senior Brother Su, you immediately follow us to the Hall of Universe, the Sect Master waits for a long time."

Gu Yue slightly arched her hands and said.

Su Zimo's expression was calm, not surprised by this scene.

He originally planned to be separate with Yang Ruoxu and Princess Chihong, but now it seems that there is probably no chance.

"Let's go."

Su Zimo waved his hand and said lightly.

Seeing that Su Zimo seemed unaware of Su Zimo, Gu Yue and Mu Shan looked at each other, and a meaningful smile appeared on their faces.

The three walked all the way, towards the Qiankun Palace.

Gu Yue smiled and said: "Senior Brother Su, I didn't expect you to step into the realm so soon, congratulations."

"indeed."

Mu Shan also smiled and said, "Rong and I will sell a pass, and Brother Su will become a true immortal. There is still a great opportunity waiting for you."

Su Zimo smiled and said nothing.

Before long, the three of them came to the depths of the academy and arrived at the Qiankun Palace.

As if sensing the arrival of the three people, the clouds in mid-air condensed, and a cloud bridge emerged, leading to the Qiankun Palace.

The three of them set foot on the Yunqiao, and in a blink of an eye, they stepped into the hall.

In the hall, immortal spirits lingered, a figure sitting on the futon, suspended in mid-air, looming.

After Gu Yue and Mu Shan brought Su Zimo there, they returned to the back of this figure, standing on both sides, standing with their hands down.

In the fairy mist, two groups of flaming glory suddenly lit up!

Under the cover of these two brilliances, the figure of the master of the academy became extremely clear.

The master of the academy wore a cyan Confucian robe, his figure was tall and straight, his forehead was unusually broad, his eyes were like a starry sky, he was looking at Su Zimo not far away with a satisfied expression.

"Meet Master."

Su Zimo stepped forward and bowed in salute.

The master of the academy nodded slightly, and said, "Yes, not bad. Unexpectedly, after the Nine Heavens Conference, you will make a breakthrough in your cultivation level, and you have entered the realm!"

The eyes of the master of the academy suddenly became profound and vast, and there was a touch of expression in it, saying: "No accident, your true Qinglian body should also grow to the peak of the twelfth grade."

"Yes."

Su Zimo nodded, his expression calm.

Naturally, this kind of thing cannot be hidden from the master of the academy.

The master of the academy smiled slightly and said, "Zimo, how has the academy treated you all these years?"

"Treat me well."

Su Zimo said: "In the Panlong Mountains, I would have died if it were not taken in by the academy. Over the years, something happened and the academy's disposal was considered fair."

The master of the academy nodded, and then asked: "How do I treat you?"

Su Zimo took a deep breath and said, "Master once saved me. On that day, I gathered at the tenth step of the Dao Heart Ladder. Master also accepted me as a named disciple, and he treated me very seriously."

"Not bad."

The master of the academy looked gratified and said: "You can say these things to prove that you have not misunderstood the teacher, and you are not in vain."