After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

Ying Bing frowned slightly and looked at the bronze sacred tree again.

It's amazing.

The vicissitudes of life, splendor, desolation and exquisiteness can actually be embodied in the same thing.

She discovered that there was an obvious gap above the sacred tree.

This should be a place guarded by hundreds of birds and should not be left empty.

Shangguan Wencang seemed to know her doubts and said:

"That was supposed to be the place where the founder should have left her Xingyi mark, but she later went to the Imperial City and never returned."

"Therefore, the shape of the Golden Crow became vacant."

"The imprints of form and meaning on it are all extremely profound and abstruse. You have a long and arduous journey ahead of you, so please carefully comprehend them."

Throughout his entire life, Shangguan Wencang only comprehended one thing, which was the wild bird swallowing the dragon.

Condensing the shapes of hundreds of birds and gathering the spirit of the phoenix, this is the path left by the ancestors.

He thought that this would be a fantasy in his lifetime.

It was not until Ying Bing appeared that he saw the light.

Ying Bing followed Shangguan Wencang to worship the sacred tree.

Just now, he walked step by step to the approach of the broken bronze sacred tree.

"Xiao Bing'er, this sacred tree is extremely majestic, we can't just... "

As soon as Xue Jing spoke, Shangguan Wencang stopped him with a look.

"Master, these Xingyi imprints were left by the Shang Dynasty's royal family, and their will remains within them."

Xue Jing said anxiously.

Those wills once belonged to the most noble and powerful.

Every will cannot be disobeyed and is extremely arrogant.

Xiao Bing'er has just begun to observe the spirit. If she walks up like this, she might get hurt by her will...

"Let's wait and see."

Shangguan Wencang remained calm and looked at it with narrowed eyes.

But Ying Bing was seen standing in front of the sacred tree, her black hair and dress swaying, like a snow lotus standing in the wind.

Her cold eyes never wavered, as if the desolate aura did not exist at all.

She seemed to be taller than the sacred tree.

dong dong——

With a sound like a heartbeat, the broken sacred tree suddenly released waves of resonance.

A blue phoenix at the top actually came to life.

The blue phoenix flapped its wings and flew down, leaving a mysterious trail in the void, as if transcending time and space.

It stood in front of Ying Bing and saluted.

"Qingluan..."

Ying Bing fell into enlightenment.

Based on this shape and meaning, he began to carve out his own soul.

Followed by.

Various bird shapes all actively fly down from the branches.

hum-

A sublime aura flowed from Ying Bing's body, as if she was accepting the worship of a true phoenix.

In the darkness, there seems to be heavenly music flowing, and the lingering sound is lingering in the air.

Xue Jing's eyes widened, almost thinking he was hallucinating.

The other elders all had similar expressions.

numb.

Ruyi Peak, Bamboo Forest Residence.

This place was actually quite lively ten minutes ago, but now it is extremely deserted.

For some reason, this place suddenly became deserted.

Li Mo sat in the room, looking at the various paintings in the house.

There are mountains and flowing water, spring music, human portraits, birds and animals, and so on.

They are all excellent works that can be used as pictures for observing gods.

Of course, most of them are lower shapes, and there are few medium shapes.

"So, Senior Brother Ouyang, you're such a great painter, why did you start a side job?"

"Alas, Junior Brother, you don't know how poor those who engage in art are."

Ouyang opened up and started to complain.

A good divine painting is not created overnight.

It requires a flash of inspiration and a lot of wasted rare materials.

Even after you draw it, you may not meet the right person.

For example, the painting of mountains and flowing water contains the artistic conception of mountains and rivers. It cost three thousand taels, but until now, no one has been found who is suitable to appreciate the artistic conception of mountains and rivers, so it can only be left here to gather dust.

After listening for a long time, Li Mo fell into deep thought.

How come in this different world, artists still don’t make money?

"So, Senior Brother Ouyang, you have to find a side job to support your painting?"

Li Mo asked.

"That's not entirely true."

Ouyang chuckled.

Li Mo: "Brother, your saliva is almost dripping."

“Ahh…”

Ouyang wiped the corner of his mouth and said seriously:

"Junior brother, are you preparing for the God-Observing Realm?"