The decline continues. The mouth of the cave was ridiculously far away—like the only star overhead in a completely dark night. Xi

Faced with such an endless descent into the darkness, Sean still felt a little uneasy. He has already lit the oath torch, and the golden flame is the first to explore the way below him.

Sean estimated that they had gone down more than 800 meters. He didn't know what that meant.

Fear is secreted from the soul little by little, like some kind of cold juice, which makes people feel cold in the soul and makes people think wildly. Fortunately, Sean's savvy attribute allowed his consciousness to transcend the state of mind, and he was able to quietly watch the anxious thinking and maintain enough calmness.

Olivia beside her was not that scared, her eyes were quiet, as if she was secretly encouraging Sean.

Whatever happened to the mud body, there had to be an answer. Xiao En thought this secretly in his heart, he stopped looking up at the distant stars, but focused on falling down.

After breaking through a certain limit, the torch of the oath continued to burn, but Xiao En's body disappeared. Rather than disappearing, it seems that they have entered a world without images.

He could no longer feel Olivia's waist, nor could he feel the spirit entangled around his body. He just feels like he's going downhill. Xi

Sean knew that what he felt was not an illusion. After descending to a considerable depth in this darkness, they broke through a boundary, below which their bodies became some kind of concept, and concept was invisible. Formless, so he does not feel that he continues to exist in a physical way.

Only a mass of consciousness called the ego continues to descend in this darkness.

According to common sense, after the dissolution of his own existence, he should feel fear, but fortunately, Sean had realized the essence of the body during the meditation process, so he was not too panicked. The same resolution as before: no matter what happens to the mud, he will know.

As the concept continued to descend, he suddenly felt his body again, and saw the slender lady close at hand.

Their form of existence has been reorganized...

Sean carefully experienced the current feeling. He vaguely felt that although the form reappeared, the form he displayed at this moment was different from that outside the cave.

In undergoing a deconstruction above this, he becomes pure concept. But now, he feels that he is still some kind of fiction, just borrowing his image from outside the cave. Xi

Here, it is still a world of relative concepts.

All of this is difficult for ordinary people and even explorers who have not experienced full enlightenment to understand, but for Sean, everything is clear. After all, he has experienced the truth of the world, and he can understand the world outside the conventional framework.

Then, he saw a space under his feet, which seemed to be in darkness, a house without a roof, and lights were shining in it.

Slap. Sean's leather boots hit the wooden floor. After loosening the ectoplasm tied around his waist, he and Olivia observed here in amazement...

Looking up, I can only see pure darkness, and the surrounding area looks like a gallery filled with paintings of many sizes.

Xiao En felt that these paintings looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw them, so he had to walk slowly in the gallery deep in the abyss...

Here, where is it? Xi

Olivia Fengling had the same feeling as Sean, and he felt that those paintings were very familiar. Not only that, she even felt that the whole gallery had a familiar feeling. Her small nose fluttered slightly, and she smelled a warm familiar smell, the smell of paint, paper, and the smell of dust flying when the sun accidentally passed through the gaps in the thick curtains...

"Sean..." Olivia turned to look at her reader, "I think everything here is very familiar..."

Saying so, she saw Sean's eyes widen. He was staring at a picture on the wall. It was a portrait of a woman sitting quietly, with a relaxed facial expression that seemed to be smiling indistinctly because she was in a happy mood.

Although very similar, it is not the famous masterpiece. Many details are different.

However, the strokes...the strokes are too similar.

Sean didn't know who was imitating that famous boss in history. Even though he didn't have much experience in art appreciation, he dared to say that the brushwork of the work in front of him was too similar to the imitation.

Continuing to explore with confusion, the two walked out of the gallery and came to the adjacent room. They were surprised to find that someone in the room was painting. The painter turned his back to the two, with long silver hair. Xi

On the painting he was creating at hand, it was an image of a thin man with black hair and deep eyes. Sean could tell at a glance that it was obviously his friend Nicola Tesler.

Who is the person who drew the picture? Why is he painting here? Why did he paint Nikolai? …a flood of questions poured out.

The sound of the two of them coming made the white-haired painter stop his brush. He turned around and looked down at the two through the top of his glasses: "It's really strange that I have guests visiting here..." He almost murmured.

Both Sean and Olivia were stunned.

Sean was because he found that the old man in front of him was exactly the same as the old man in a self-portrait he had seen. That self-portrait is famous, probably every educated modern person has seen it.

And Olivia...Olivia is because she saw someone who was close to her.

Just as she was about to step forward and call him, Sean quickly stopped him through the crimson bond: "He doesn't seem to recognize you. There must be something strange about it, so don't arouse his strong emotions." Xi

The candle holder had no choice but to remain silent for a while. However, the flywheel in her body was spinning faster, and her breathing became rapid.

"I'm sorry to be so presumptuous and disturb your tranquility." Sean said in Leonian. It suddenly occurred to me that the other party might not understand what I said.

"No, it's okay." The old man also spoke in Leonian. It was only then that Sean remembered that this is a world of concepts, and communication is not a problem. The old man put down his paintbrush, and he seemed to be looking at this side with the unfinished Mr. Tesler: "Although I enjoy painting quietly here, it's also nice to have guests visit..."

"Excuse me, what should I call you, and why are you painting here?"

“Honestly, maybe you’ll find it funny—I don’t remember who I am or why I’m here. I just know that I like to draw and have seemingly endless time, so I’m here to draw.

"Although I have a lot of time~lightnovelpub.net~ but I don't feel bored..."

Sean glanced at Olivia: He didn't recognize you, so he really has no memory... Xi

"Then who is the gentleman you are painting? I'm sorry for asking so deeply—it's just because the gentleman in the painting has a very special temperament, which makes people unforgettable..."

"Who is he?" The old man scratched his head with his thumb. "Actually, I don't know who he is. I seem to see him in my mind, so I drew it."

Sean decided to sort out his thoughts before proceeding to the next step, so he said kindly: "I passed by a gallery just now, are all of your paintings in it?"

"That's right, I drew them all here."

"I passed by in a hurry just now, and I didn't get to appreciate those works properly. I...we want to go and see them again. Why don't I bother you later?"

The old man seemed a little happy: "It's a pity that the paintings have not been appreciated. It's great that you are willing to watch it. If you have any questions, you can ask me..."

Sean and Olivia exited the room and came to the gallery. Xi

"Sean!" After closing the door, Candle Holder couldn't bear it any longer, and crystal tears flowed from her eyes, "That's grandpa! My grandpa!—Dal Vinci!" She suppressed her surging emotions and almost shouted come out.

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