Yu Xian

As Yu Xian carefully explored the scroll, bit by bit, inch by inch, Yu Xian's brows soon frowned slightly.

Before, he had only scanned it briefly and thought that the scroll was made of ordinary materials.

But now, when he carefully checked it, he suddenly realized that the "paper" of the entire scroll was made of ashes!

And whether the ashes were human ashes or other creatures, Yu Xian couldn't find out.

After all, he couldn't tell the difference between the ashes of humans and other monsters, which had deviated from his cognitive scope.

It's just... a scroll made of ashes, with a woman depicted on it... This really makes people a little suspenseful and a little scary!

Continuing to explore upwards, Yu Xian's aura and thoughts began to touch the painting on the scroll.

The painting was the ground, the grass, the wind, the clouds, the sky, and the beautiful woman!

When the magic power touched the painting, Yu Xian frowned again!

The painting is natural, but the pigment used to paint this painting seems to be a mixture of various liquids of some kind of creature, or human beings, and finally this painting is drawn!

It should be noted that no matter whether it is human or any other creature, as long as it has flesh and blood, the various liquids dissected can always be put together into seven colors!

Some people use the ashes of creatures as drawing paper and the body fluids of creatures as pigments.

Such a woman with a beautiful face looking at the sky from the side!

"What kind of hatred? Or... what kind of deep affection?"

Yu Xian whispered to himself.

Apart from these two reasons, Yu Xian really couldn't think of who would be so bored to paint a picture of a woman with ashes, flesh, blood, body fluids, etc.!

Only revenge with extreme hatred, or nostalgia with extreme love, would do this!

With a little emotion in his heart, Yu Xian was not afraid, but still focused and continued to scan.

If it was just a painting made of ashes, blood, body fluids, etc., although it sounds scary, for Yu Xian, he would never feel that he was being watched.

Dead things are dead things. Even if he sits on a sea of ​​blood and corpses, he will not feel this way.

The aura and thoughts continue to explore, which can be said to be meticulous, penetrating into the skin and leaves!

Yu Xian's aura and thoughts gradually spread throughout the painting, first covering the woman's bare feet, and then groping and exploring from bottom to top inch by inch until he came to the woman's eyebrows.

The next moment, the woman's eyebrows suddenly flickered.

Yu Xian's eyes suddenly condensed, and his thoughts entered a mysterious space.

This space is the same environment as the painting, surrounded by lush flowers and plants, a gentle breeze, a clear sky, and a few white clouds floating slowly.

A woman's graceful figure stood in the distance, with her back to Yu Xian's thoughts, looking up at the sky, and a graceful, tranquil, and gentle voice came.

"Husband... are you here to save me?"

Yu Xian's thoughts were not too many, but there were still some thoughts.

He stood there, looking at the graceful figure in front of him with a fluttering gauze skirt, and said calmly: "I am not your husband, who are you? This thought can't last too long, say it quickly."

"Who am I... who am I... woo woo woo... who am I... husband... I feel so bad, I feel so bad..."

The woman's back did not turn around, but she asked herself a question, but then she started crying, her voice was painful, resentful, and sad, as if she was in hell, suffering endless torture day and night.

"Who are you?"

Yu Xian's thoughts were a little rigid because he didn't have many thoughts, so he only asked again.

"The flowers are beautiful... the flowers are fragrant... the flowers grow in my hometown... under the flowers there is a husband... where are you now... husband..."

The woman no longer answered Yu Xian's thoughts, but sang softly, her voice was melodious and full of desolation.

Yu Xian looked at her calmly, then suddenly shrank and turned into a light spot and disappeared.

Outside, Yu Xian's expression was calm, his eyes slightly wrinkled, and then returned to normal.

When his thoughts returned, he saw the situation in the mysterious space as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"Husband? It seems that the woman in this painting is someone's Taoist partner, but judging from her appearance, she seems to be in an extremely painful state."

Yu Xian frowned and thought to himself: "The mysterious space is too profound. I can only enter with one thought, and the thoughts of one thought are really too low. Under the rigidity, I can't tell whether she is a soul body, or a condensation of resentment, or a spirit, or a complete soul."

But then Yu Xian's slightly frowned brows relaxed.

What exactly is the figure of the woman? There will always be an answer in the future.

What I found today is already very good.

First of all, there is a space in this scroll, so the scroll is not an ordinary thing.

Secondly, the woman was definitely not an ordinary person. It was just that it was temporarily impossible to tell whether it was a real person locked inside, or a soul, or a spirit, or an obsession or resentment.

Thirdly, it was that space!

A space that was so small that only a thought could barely enter, and it would not be assimilated or crushed by the large space!

What a stable mustard seed space that must be!

Xumi, mustard seed, represents infinity and infinity.

The infinitely large Xumi space is naturally the universe.

As for the infinitely small mustard seed space, it is unimaginable.

And the space in this scroll, where the woman's figure is hidden, is the smallest space Yu Xian has ever seen!

Perhaps his realm is too low. Anyway, such a small space that can only allow him to enter with one thought is really unheard of!

What kind of cultivation is needed to construct such a stable small space?

Similarly, this small space is so stable that it can be placed on a scroll formed by extremely ordinary ashes, flesh and blood, and liquid for so long. I don't know how many years it has existed. How strong is the power of space in it?

If I can sense the power of space, then after I become a god, I will build my own god-transforming blessed land and cave, as well as a portable storage space, which may be more profound.

After all, after becoming a god, the storage bag is no longer useful. The portable space can be summoned and retracted at a thought.

"What a good space..."

Yu Xian secretly admired it, and then gathered his spiritual energy again, covered the scroll, and explored it.

Every time he entered the space, the woman would ask the same question, asking if her husband had come to save her.

Then she would cry for a while and then start singing, the same song of flowers.

However, Yu Xian could not wait for her to finish singing before he could do the following things. His thoughts were not strong enough and he would withdraw them directly.

After repeating it several times, Yu Xian also understood that this woman might just be a mirror image, so he kept repeating the action.

But then he thought, if it was a mirror image woman, how could he feel that he was being watched?

Therefore, this woman was also extremely complicated and could not be understood for a while.

So when Yu Xian entered again later, he ignored the woman and stopped asking questions.

Instead, he kept looking around the space, using only three breaths to look and observe bit by bit.

The mustard seed space is extremely subtle.

It is precisely in the subtleties that the truth can be seen.