Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 2510 (Two Thousand Five Hundred and Ten) Twisting
"Didn't you just say that the content of your painting was swallowed up by a piece of black ink?" Tie Wandao asked, "Isn't it black ink? Why is the paper brown?"

"It's black ink. I haven't said it all yet." Li Pingrun said, "Just now when I used magic on the center of the painting, a circular ink spot suddenly appeared in the center of the painting, and then the circular ink spot gradually spread on the paper, getting bigger and bigger. The pattern when it spread was very scary, as if black branches and leaves began to spread around. When it reached a certain level, the shape of the ink changed on the paper again, leading the lines in my painting, like a ghost pulling a person. After a short time, I seemed to see the black ink that had not yet dyed the paper completely twisting on the paper, and sometimes strange white patches could be seen in the places that had been dyed black by the ink. Then, the ink seemed like a black demon with a big mouth, as if it would not only swallow my painting, but also jump up from the paper, swallow me, swallow the room, and even swallow the world."

"Do you think this really happened or did you imagine it?" Tie Wandao asked.

"I feel like it really happened, but in fact, it seems that only the black ink swallowing up the content of my painting really happened..." Li Pingrun said, "However, I know that the content of the painting I saw may be different from what others see. I don't know what others would see if they looked at the painting at that time."

"You said that the content of your painting would be swallowed up by the black ink. Later, you saw that the content of the painting was really swallowed up? Then what happened?" Tie Wandao asked, "Tell me more details."

Li Pingrun replied: "Yes, I watched my painting being swallowed up by the black ink. At that moment, I seemed to hear a loud rumbling sound, a very scary sound, and I screamed after hearing that sound. Of course, I was worried that the black ink would swallow me, the room, and even the world, but in the end it only swallowed up my painting and did not jump off the paper."

"What happened next? Go on." Tie Wandao said.

Li Pingrun continued, "Then, the paper turned completely black."

At this time Li Pingrun recalled.

"Hurry up, you haven't finished yet, say more in one breath, and don't keep making me ask questions." Tie Wandao said.

"I know, let me think about it." Li Pingrun said.

"What is there to think about? How can you forget something you just saw?" Tie Wandao said, "How can you be a Taoist priest if you can't remember anything!"

"The feeling after this ritual was very strange. I have to think carefully to remember what happened next." Li Pingrun said.

Tie Jinjue said to Tie Wandao at this time: "His current situation is a little different from before."

Tie Wandao was very impatient at first, but after listening to Tie Jinjue's words, he felt that Li Pingrun probably had trouble remembering what happened next because the situation was different from before. He wanted to say something sarcastic, but didn't say it. Tie Wandao said to Li Pingrun, "Then think about it quickly."

"Thank you for your patience, Patriarch." Li Pingrun said.

Li Pingrun recalled what happened next and said, "After that, I stepped back a few steps and was stunned for an unknown amount of time. Then I walked back to my original position and continued to work on the painting. Then I saw the four corners of the black paper had the color of burning fire."

(End of this chapter)