Apart from that, he was rather interested in the fact that the main character of this world was painters.
Lu Sheng took off his backpack. His body instinctively reached out to grab a red bean bun that he had just taken out from the table.
"Alright." Lu Sheng immediately controlled himself. It was not that he wanted to eat it, but this body of his, Zhuo Zhenyu, liked to eat it.
Lu Sheng leaped up. His body turned into black light, and he shot into the rift like an arrow.
There were some medicinal pills, two Divine Weapons, a newly purchased short knife of the Path of Magic for surgery, and two bottles of Spirit Soothing Medicine that contained immense mental power.
And the father of this body was once an "outstanding" artist.
However, he did not mind it. He quickly recovered, changed his shoes, and threw the fish into the kitchen sink.
"I felt something was off before I arrived, and as expected …" Lu Sheng sighed helplessly.
'This world has such great restrictions on supernatural powers, but it's so lenient on the path of painting … Looks like I'll have to start learning how to paint this time!'
Although his impression of the path of painting had changed due to certain events, it was only now that he was starting to catch up. It was getting late.
Lu Sheng was not in a hurry. After all, Zhuo Siqing had participated in many competitions, big and small. As for this body's wish, it did not matter to him whether he could fulfill it or not. After all, his spirit had reached the limits of his body. It would only be a waste if he continued fusing.
In one breath, he completely set up the formation to the limit of what he could do. He did not care about the energy levels, and only searched the worlds with the greatest difference in flow rate.
'No matter what, I should practice self-defense first.'
The massive Yin Fire energy that could destroy thousands of kilometers in the Heavenly Devil World was not even enough to light a cigarette here.
Unfortunately, the amount of energy needed to achieve this was too great. A single person's energy was not enough.
Lu Sheng looked at the smooth lawn outside the window and the golden-haired boy who was spinning around on a bicycle. He could faintly hear the sound of scribbling outside the door.
"Hiss … Hiss …"
"Fifteen-year-old Zhuo Zhenyu. He's studying in the Second Central School of Wahua Town. His biggest wish is to fulfill his father's wish and become the world's top painter with the title of God. "
"Ordinary painters don't have any abilities, they are just ordinary people, but painters who have grasped the high-level technique, Painting Soul, can actually have all kinds of special abilities."
Although this wasn't a lot of time, for Lu Sheng, who was severely short of time, it wasn't much. That was more than enough.
Basic sketching techniques, learning painting from a master, sketching and color, and so on.
On this trip to a low-energy world, none of the high-energy items could be brought over. They would be isolated outside the world's barrier.
Zhuo Siqing, who participated in the competition, quickly returned with his tail between his legs. His painting did not even make it into the finals of the district competition.
"Dad, how's your drawing going? Did you make it to the finals? "Lu Sheng mercilessly poked at the scars.
That was why Lu Sheng threw everything he had into the Sea-overturning Orb. He was not sure if his Heart Image World would be able to bring anything with it. Hence, he decided not to take the risk.
The white curtain was pulled open.
From the very beginning, Lu Sheng tried to use his main body's strength. Unfortunately, the material structure here was extremely stable, and there was almost no free energy. It was good enough that his Yin Flame could light up.
After he finished his meal with Zhuo Siqing, he was chased back to his room to do his homework. Zhuo Siqing continued practicing his painting.
He was 1.6 meters tall, and he wore a white shirt and jeans. He carried a small backpack on his back. There was a school badge pinned to his right chest.
"Eat after you're done eating!"
The rest of his belongings were miscellaneous items. Lu Sheng only kept some basic gold, silver, and gems on him, along with some high-calorie food. Then, he activated the formation and infused the Sea-overturning Orb with sufficient Yang Origin supernatural power.
If there were no surprises, the difference in the flow of time this time should be far greater than any of the previous times.
Lu Sheng slowly erased the formation veins that controlled the energy level. Then, he carved new veins with his crystal knife.
"Sea-overturning," Lu Sheng said softly. He touched the ground of the formation with his index finger.
Zhuo Siqing wore a slightly wrinkled casual black suit. He wore a pair of glasses and held a bag of freshly slaughtered fish in his hand.
"Eat at the school cafeteria in a few days. I'm going to participate in a competition."
'It'll be best if I can understand the key in these few years.'
However, there were benefits to losing every battle. He returned to normal after an afternoon, and continued to cook for Lu Sheng.
Zhuo Zhenyu had never seen his mother's shadow since he was young. His father, Zhuo Siqing, was both a father and a mother. He took care of all the chores.
Once he was done, he calmed himself down. He slowly closed his eyes and sat on his spot with his legs crossed.
What mattered was to go with the flow and act naturally.
Whether he could break through the Confusion Realm this time would depend on his epiphanies here.
"It's alright." Lu Sheng sat down as well.
Even without supernatural powers, the Yang Origin was enough to nourish him alone.
Red lines slowly lit up and spread along the formation veins.
There were even a few comments on a single sentence in some places.
"Pchht."
"Eat. Go back and practice your basic skills, "said Zhuo Siqing with a wave of his hand.
A metallic ball that had turned pitch-black slowly appeared behind him.
A painter who had mastered the Painting Soul could unconditionally affect any living person who saw the painting. It could cause them to fall into all sorts of illusions and emotions.
From Zhuo Zhenyu's memories, his father, Zhuo Siqing, had great painting skills. He was also very confident in his realistic painting skills. Although he had participated in many competitions, he had never broken through the district level.
Once one was isolated during space-time travel, anything without sufficient energy protection would be instantly torn to pieces.
Today, he had to grit his teeth and force his way through. When Zhuo Siqing saw his son's pale complexion, he went out to buy some nourishment for his body.
After dinner, Lu Sheng returned to his desk.
This had caused him to fail in his basic skills, much less become a painter.
'With the repaired and strengthened Sea-overturning Orb as the formation core, I should be able to prolong the duration of the rift and withstand more space-time pressure. It'll be even better if I can expand the size of the rift. ' Lu Sheng already had some ideas. It would be best if he could use the formation to leave a stable waymark in both worlds.
"Snap."
A gray light flashed. A gray rift suddenly opened above the Sea-overturning Orb.
Ten years here was ten days on the other side.
Through the reflection in the glass, he could clearly see his youthful face. It had yet to grow out of its childishness.
With this, the smallest multiplier would be one to a hundred. A slightly larger multiplier would be one to a hundred, or even a thousand or a few thousand.
The Sea-overturning Orb floated in midair. Red threads slowly connected to the bottom. The number of red threads increased. More and more.
In the next few days, Lu Sheng adapted to his new environment while learning basic painting skills from scratch.
This required an endless supply of energy and manpower to replace him.
"Pcchht!"
"Hiss …"
Lu Sheng was quite satisfied with this body. As he expected, this world did not have any supernatural powers.
'That's it for now.' Lu Sheng repaired the last bit of formation veins. Then, he checked the high-energy grade items he had on him.
He calculated the conversion formula. The time difference between the Heavenly Devil World and the Heavenly Devil World was about one to four hundred.
The top three would receive the supreme titles of God's Eye, God's Hand, and God's Color respectively.
With this, it would be easier for him to cross over to a world he had been to before.
Actually, it would be best if he descended to a world with high energy concentration. However, this was not something Lu Sheng could decide.
This time, the formation was much, much larger than the previous one.
Psst psst psst!
'What's troublesome is that I don't have a martial skill formula for painting … I'm afraid I can't use Deep Blue to speed up …' Lu Sheng's brows furrowed. He walked to the desk and read the book on it.
He felt that something was off when he heard Lu Sheng's reply. His son was not like this usually.
What made him speechless was that this fellow often bragged about his extraordinary abilities in front of Zhuo Zhenyu. If not for him being a burden, his painting skills would have improved a long time ago. It would not have been a problem for him to enter the world finals.
'His skin is a little pale. Does he have the skin of a Westerner and the face of an Easterner?'
Lu Sheng had memorized the East Park Autumn Dew Fertilizing Method in advance. The cultivation of this method focused on the mind.
Lu Sheng collected his thoughts and hurried out.
The inertia of the energy in the air was so strong that it made one's hair stand on end.
He turned on the air-conditioner in the living room, took off his coat, and asked, "How was it? Did everything go well in school today?"
Zhuo Siqing's face twitched.
He flipped through the book. It was filled with all sorts of annotations. The black words and red annotations were mixed together. It gave off a thick aura of a scholar.
"Little Yu, Little Yu?" Zhuo Siqing called out loudly from outside the room.
Zhuo Siqing grabbed his wrist with great precision.
He could open it again when he needed it the next time.
Zhuo Siqing blamed it on the judges' lack of judgment. He was always puzzled.
Zhuo Siqing was radiant when he talked about painting. He was in high spirits. He even forgot to pay attention to Lu Sheng, who was secretly grabbing a red bean bun and munching on it.
Now, his family relied on him to survive by selling the ordinary paintings.
Lu Sheng carefully sat in the center of a huge and complicated formation.
Soon, a dish and a soup were served on the dining table.
Three days later.
More than a hundred countries in the world would hold the World Painter Competition every year. It was called the God's Eye.
The most interesting thing was that there was a small group of painters in this world. They claimed to have mastered a secret known as Painting Soul.
The road mark required immense power to continuously send out signals and pass through countless dimensional storms and vortexes.
Whoosh.
As for how to comprehend it …
Such a huge difference in flow speed was enough for him to comprehend it for a long time.
…
"What's wrong? Is something the matter? "
In other words, a year here was less than a day on the other side.
Lu Sheng recalled Zhuo Zhenyu's memories. Due to his love of sports, Zhuo Zhenyu scoffed at his father's attempt to teach him the art of painting. He was completely uninterested.
He would occasionally infuse his Yang Essence into it. This caused the formation veins to completely fuse with the formation.
He made some calculations based on the energy activity of this world. The energy here was probably extremely thin. The inertia was frighteningly high.
The rift closed slowly. Only a sesame-sized dot was left hovering in the air.
The Sea-overturning Orb shot out red lines quickly, wrapping around the dot of gray.
The key was still to comprehend it.
"It's just the finals. Naturally, he'll be able to enter. However, I saw that the old man in the same group had a hard time making the trip, so I took the initiative to let him go."
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