Listening to Li Huamei's words, Ye Mo sighed inwardly. A descendant of the Painting Clan, hiding her identity and not even daring to display her innate abilities, built a city in the Lower Province, hoping that one day, she could return to the Upper Province.
One had to admit that Li Huamei had extremely strong willpower.
"Ye Mo, you just said that you saw a woman who looked very similar to me, and that she was a descendant of the Painting Clan. Could she be my long-lost sister?"
Li Huamei said in shock, "When my sister was taken away by Chang Wei, I thought she was dead for sure. I didn't expect that she'd already grown up."
"Not only has she grown up, but she's also slender and elegant, and very strong. I'm afraid that even Tuoba Ying might not be a match for your sister."
As Ye Mo spoke, he suddenly said in shock, "Oh right, aren't you a descendant of the Painting Clan? The Painting Clan's ruins are hidden in that temple. Only the blood essence of a descendant of the Painting Clan can open it. Right now, your sister and a Mortal Level beast have entered the ruins. Let's go in as well. "
"Alright!"
Li Huamei nodded and immediately flew toward the temple with Ye Mo.
The two of them quickly entered the temple. It was still extremely spacious inside, and a huge scroll hung on the wall.
"This is the scroll world of the Painting Clan's ruins. Why is it here?"
Seeing this scene, Li Huamei was extremely shocked. She pinched her finger, squeezed out a drop of blood essence, and dripped it on the scroll. Immediately, the scroll blossomed with a white light.
"Let's go in!"
Li Huamei pulled Ye Mo's hand and directly entered the scroll world.
As the two of them flew, they saw a huge scroll appear in front of them. On the scroll, a magnificent scene appeared.
Inside, there seemed to be an extremely intense battle erupting. There were countless experts floating in the sky above the Painting Clan, all of them holding God's Ancestral Weapons in their hands. There were even Dao Weapons. Terrifying power rampaged everywhere, causing cracks to appear in the void.
Opposite them were Martial God Guards in black armor. They joined forces and crazily charged at the group of experts, continuously attacking them, bombarding them until they were forced to retreat.
Seeing a battle of this level, Ye Mo was secretly shocked. Almost all of the experts inside were stronger than Ye Qing back then.
"Was this the battle when the Martial God Palace attacked the Painting Race? It really is shocking. It seems like I still have a long way to go. "
Ye Mo said calmly.
"Ye Mo, the innate ability of our Painting Clan is the ability to record images. When our Painting Clan was defeated by the Martial Divinity Palace, the images were recorded. Let's go in."
Taking Ye Mo with her, Li Huamei passed through the scroll and slowly descended. They arrived at a dilapidated ruin. The place looked extremely dilapidated, as if it had been through the baptism of time and war. Many places had been destroyed by the power of the past.
In front of them, there was a huge memorial arch. The plaque on the memorial arch was broken, and there was only the word 'Painting' written on it.
"The clan is gone, what's the point of having a painting?"
Li Huamei looked at the signboard and sighed. Then, she continued, "Our Painting Race's strongest item is the Painting of the Dead God. As long as I can obtain the Painting of the Dead God, I will definitely be able to break through to the Sovereign Realm in a short time."
"The Picture of the Dead of God? What is that? That Mortal-ranked beast also wanted to obtain the Painting of the Dead of God. "
Ye Mo asked.
"The Painting of the Dead of God is the treasure of our Painting Clan," Li Huamei said. "It's a high-grade Dao Weapon. This Dao Weapon is extremely powerful. It can collect other Dao Weapons. As long as it's not a Supreme Dao Weapon or above, it can collect it. It can even subdue it and turn it into its own weapon."
Li Huamei said calmly.
"What? Collect other people's Dao Weapons? "
Ye Mo was slightly shocked. This Dao Weapon had its own consciousness. Even if its master died, it wouldn't die. Instead, it would become an independent existence. Moreover, it wasn't easy for experts in the Sovereign Realm to cultivate a Dao Weapon. Once it was taken away, their battle prowess would definitely drop.
"Back then, many experts in the Martial Divinity Palace wanted to obtain the Painting of the Dead of God," Li Huamei said. "Unfortunately, they didn't know the whereabouts of the Painting of the Dead. Even I don't know where it is."
Li Huamei brought Ye Mo into the Painting Clan. As they walked, she said, "But I know that the Painting Clan has an important place. That place can only be entered by the elders of the Painting Clan. I suspect that the Painting of the Dead of God is very likely there."
"Mhm!"
Ye Mo nodded his head and said, "But your sister and that Mortal Level Beast are very likely heading there as well. We have to be careful."
Li Huamei brought Ye Mo to the depths of the Painting Clan. There was a huge mountain range there. At the bottom of the mountain range was a mansion door that contained a cave. The door was already open. Someone had obviously entered.
"Let's go!"
Li Huamei said. The two of them walked in. There was no room inside. It seemed to be the interior of a hall. As soon as the two of them entered, waves of terrifying aura pressed down on them.
It was an extremely stifling feeling.
Inside the space, the four walls were filled with all sorts of paintings. On the paintings, all sorts of powerful martial techniques were displayed.
"There's something strange about this place."
Ye Mo walked in. Looking at the paintings on the four walls, his expression was slightly solemn.
"I've never been in here before."
Li Huamei shook her head and said, "There's a corridor in front. Let's go take a look."
The two of them had just taken a step forward when the paintings on the wall suddenly exploded with a burst of white light. Four beams of white light were incomparably dazzling, almost illuminating the entire space.
When the white light disappeared, silhouettes of people with their heads and arms hanging down appeared in the surroundings. They were like walking corpses, lonely souls and wild ghosts as they approached Ye Mo and Li Huamei. Those silhouettes were all covered with wounds and bloodstains, their expressions ferocious.
"What's this?"
Ye Mo looked at the silhouettes that were closing in. His heart trembled slightly. Those people seemed to have attacked from the paintings. But they gave him an extremely realistic feeling.
"Could this be a famous painting passed down from our Painting Clan, the Lonely Soul Painting?"
Li Huamei exclaimed, "I've seen this painting in the past. It was painted by the second clan leader of our Painting Clan. Who would've thought that this painting would actually be activated here. Don't get bitten by them. Otherwise, we'll become like them, a lonely soul and wild ghost in the Lonely Soul Painting."
Hiss!
Hearing that, Ye Mo couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. This Painting Clan had indeed broadened his horizons. A single painting was actually so powerful.
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