Dragon Tamer-Chapter 824 - 828 Picture Within a Picture
Chapter 824: Chapter 828: Picture Within a Picture
Chapter 824 -828: Picture Within a Picture
Immersed in the morning mist on a mountain path, a slender figure climbed up from under the pavilion.
As she passed by the stone steps, flowers bloomed on both sides, with their fragrance wafting through the mountains repeatedly.
The woman walked straight towards the inconspicuous white pavilion, and upon seeing the painter in the pavilion, she couldn’t help but smile, “I felt something was off when I stepped into the Flower Array Maze City. Despite the complex scents mixed with the smell of earth, which are hard for ordinary people to discern, nothing could escape my nose. It is the scent of ink.”
Xiang Shen walked up to the white pavilion, her gaze fixed on the woman who had been making a thousand ascetic monks and ten divine beings go round in circles.
The mysterious woman wore a face veil, her figure delicate and graceful. Even without the need to see her true face, one could sense her peerless elegance, which made everything around her pale in comparison.
Xiang Shen felt a peculiar sensation in her heart.
She, who always thought her charm was incomparable, was momentarily lost in thought as if she too was drawn to this quiet, modest, and mysterious woman…
“Your trick has been seen through by me. Considering you are a beauty, I can allow you to submit and take your punishment,” Xiang Shen chuckled, brushing aside the odd feeling in her heart and looking at the veiled beauty with an evaluating gaze.
The veiled beauty stood there, slowly turning around. She too was sizing up Xiang Shen, but one of her hands continued to draw in front of her. There was no ink on her brush, yet her gentle strokes brought about some terrifying changes to the Flower Array Maze City, dissolving in the sunlight!
“I’ve warned you already, you’d better put down your brush,” Xiang Shen’s tone grew more intense.
The veiled woman did not reply and continued to sketch amidst the beautiful scenery.
Xiang Shen involuntarily glanced towards the distant desolate city, only to discover in its center arose a colossal creature, a Poison Patterned Flower Dragon God. This dragon was made of dozens of thick, vine-like pythons, their bodies rooting into the earth like plant tendrils, making the ground undulate as they twisted.
Like a myriad of dragons from the wild, interwoven throughout, the Flower Array City suddenly came to life. All the faded vibrant colors became part of the Flower Dragon God. The body of the dragon rose higher and higher, comparable to the Divine Tree, its numerous python branches shooting out like radiating stars, sprawling towards the sky in a canopy, covering even the cities beyond…
Even spreading towards the whole Divine Capital!!!
Xiang Shen witnessed this world-shaking scene in disbelief.
The entire Flower City was merely a painting in the hands of the veiled woman. This fact alone was shocking enough, but what Xiang Shen couldn’t comprehend was that the painter seemed to be drawing directly within reality. The Barbarian Flower God Dragon that was now rampaging through the Divine Capital was the result of her recent brushwork!
“Capture her!” Xiang Shen realized something was wrong and quickly gave the command.
In the midst of the mountain steps shrouded in the early mist, three Arhats appeared. They rushed forward swiftly, positioning themselves at three spots around the white pavilion.
They wore solemn expressions with fierce eyes.
One of the Arhats was the first to make a move. His fingertips flew out like a sword, transforming into a formidable penetrating force, aiming for the veiled woman’s neck.
The other two Arhats acted simultaneously, unleashing fist and palm techniques. The fist imprints were larger than mountains and pressed down, while the palm imprints wider than the city walls pushed forward.
The veiled woman stood in the pavilion, still unresponsive to the attacks of the three Arhats.
The mountains directly crumbled. The power of a God’s Son, if not controlled, could sweep through the Divine Capital. Thankfully, in the Divine Realm, both the force and the spread of the energy could be controlled.
The mountain was shattered, but the white pavilion stood undamaged amidst the ashes where the mountain once was. The veiled woman inside remained unharmed.
“How could this be?” Xiang Shen exclaimed in astonishment.
The three Arhats were also stunned by the scene before them.
How could their combined forces pose no threat? Even at the God General Level or God-Lord Level, facing such an attack there would surely be some reaction, wouldn’t there? It was as if the woman didn’t exist…
The three Arhats continued to attack, displaying various grand Divine Skills. The whole area instantly seemed to drop into an abyss, not even sunlight could penetrate. Everything around them continuously perished and sank due to the overlapping Divine Skills.
The white pavilion still quietly hung there, as if separated by another world. People could only see it but could never hope to touch it. Meanwhile, the woman in the pavilion continued to draw. With a light stroke, she erased all the divine energies from the three Arhats’ attacks. Then with a casual stroke, she drew the recently shattered mountain back into existence. Following that, she marked emphatically, giving life to the eyes of the magnificent Flower Dragon God…
“Roar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The Flower God Dragon, towering in the Divine Capital, seemed to break free from all shackles and seals, its dragon might sweeping crazily; in an instant, the sky darkened, the blazing sun vanished,
The barbaric Flower God Dragon lifted its claws, heavily slamming down towards a person in the center of the city.
That person was Saint Hua Chong. The red-eyed Arhat beside him, although one of the strongest among the Arhats, didn’t know how to react to this inconceivable sight!
Saint Hua Chong had already been sent flying three times in a row. He spat blood, his body as if it had fallen apart.
This little Flower City concealed an even deeper mystery; these gods were like trespassers into a forbidden realm of gods and demons, no longer the sovereigns of a world, but more like lowly survivors.
The Ascetic Monks had suffered extremely heavy casualties. Of the six Arhats, three were at the pavilion, and the Eagle Luohan had been seriously injured. Saint Hua Chong lacked strong protection, while the Barbarian Flower God Dragon that had just revived at dawn was trampling this fragile world like a Demon Emperor gone mad, and the splendid city of Mount Xia was being buried underground one by one!
“Stop her quickly!!” Saint Hua Chong shouted out loud.
The cry reached the mountain pavilion, but Xiang Shen, at this moment, was at her wits’ end.
She felt her own concepts were being overturned; a painter, whose realm was so advanced, could make the real world into a wild land, could create a Destruction Dragon God that trampled at will over the saints, Arhats…
Yet the very pavilion before her, clearly the work of her painter, defied all her efforts to destroy it. The painter inside did not regard her, the Xiang Shen, and the three Arhats, busying herself with painting and tormenting the city’s Ascetic Monks, Saint, God’s Sons, and Arhats!
From here, it could be seen that the severely wounded Eagle Luohan had failed to escape Flower City. He was smacked into the ground by the tail of the Barbarian Flower God Dragon, becoming a blurred mess of blood and flesh.
How could they make her stop?
Xiang Shen even felt, if they didn’t stop her soon, all the gods who came to suppress the criminals this time would perish!!
The three Arhats were also out of breath. They had never encountered such an absolute domain; the small pavilion was like the Shengxian Temples, and their power as mere God’s Sons couldn’t even leave a mark on it.
There were hardly any Ascetic Monks left, slaughtered. Inside the pavilion, the female God of Paintings still tormented everything, and the grand Divine Capital had been half destroyed.
Fear was written all over Xiang Shen’s face; all this was beyond her understanding, and she even thought of turning around and fleeing from here.
But just then, from the direction of the Divine Capital, a peaceful and auspicious light flew like a bird, very fast, and soon descended onto the white pavilion.
Xiang Shen looked at the sacred and splendid light. Within the light was a woman, dressed in flowing robes, wearing a peacock-feathered crown veil, bringing dawn to a world darkened; strands of dawn light scattered through her God’s Light to this terrifying place.
“Xuan Ge!” Xiang Shen’s face brightened, her eyes filled with joy.
The Xuange God was bathed in light, her God’s Light scattering the sun rays into this chaotic place, and once again dissolving the surrounding green mountains, the ruins, also beginning to dissolve the pavilion that the three Arhats couldn’t break no matter what.
Inside the pavilion, the woman continued to paint, but once again her brush had lost its color ink.
She turned her head, her hair softly draping beside her exquisite cheek, the thin veil not hiding her breath-taking beauty. She looked at the Xuange God, who flicked a ball of holy light from her finger. The holy light flew toward the pavilion, which began to melt!
“Damn it!! She must be destroyed completely; this painter, this Demon Girl, contempt for the divine right!!” the three Arhats cursed furiously.
In truth, upon the arrival of the Xuange God, they too felt a sense of relief, for they had used all their strength and couldn’t even shatter her painting studio.
But then, the Xuange God stretched out a hand, signaling the three Arhats not to go forward.
The three Arhats were puzzled.
For a painter like her, once her painting realm was broken, she shouldn’t pose any threat; in terms of pure strength, they should be the superior ones.
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Xiang Shen moved closer to the Xuange God, who at the moment was the only source of a sense of safety for her.
Xiang Shen watched the melting pavilion, finding that it, too, was like ink on a page put into water, dissolving bit by bit…
What shocked Xiang Shen even more was that the woman inside the pavilion was also starting to vanish like smoke and ink. She was clearly a living being of flesh and blood, one who had played everyone like pawns in her hand…
But she… she… was also a painting.
A lifelike painting.
“Painting within a painting!!” Finally, Xiang Shen came to a sudden realization.
A scene that sent chills down her soul sketched itself in Xiang Shen’s mind:
A God of Paintings seated somewhere in the Divine Capital, spreading out her scroll, painting a woman painting in a mountain pavilion, and in front of the woman painting, hung a hanging painting, within which was an ancient city with branches filling the sky…
A person in the painting, painting a picture; a painting within a painting.
All this astonishing sight before her eyes was also someone else’s painting realm. She was within it, thinking she had seen through the woman’s painting realm, not knowing she was still in another person’s painting!
