Without needing Shen Mo and the others to keep pressing him, the Silver-haired Child took out a jade slip of his own accord and inscribed upon it the scene of the Immortal painting he had seen in his memory.
Shen Mo took the jade slip and immersed his sense into it.
Through the Silver-haired Child's memories, he saw that Immortal painting, the clues left behind by the latecomer, and his personal account…
Though separated by several layers, Shen Mo still perceived, from that indistinct Immortal figure in the painting, a trace of Transcendence and unfathomable Dao Rhyme; he could not even stare at the painted Immortal for long—if he looked too long, his soul throbbed with piercing pain. With such divinity, the thirteen "Immortals" above the bitter sea could not compare to it in the slightest!
