At this time, Chen Ping was supported by Zhao Chuang and walked into the tomb. When Chen Ping saw the Nine Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers map for the first time, he was stunned for an instant.
He seemed to see that every plant and tree in the painting was alive, and the cowherd boy was running happily.
Moreover, the aura exuding from the painting was exactly what Chen Ping felt at the beginning. It turned out to be this painting that attracted Chen Ping all the time.
“Damn it, after all your efforts, why is it just a broken painting?”
When Zhao Chuang saw that there was only one painting in the tomb, he cursed unhappily.
“Zhao Chuang, do you see the cowherd boy in this painting moving?”
Chen Ping asked Zhao Chuang.
“No!” Zhao Chuang frowned: “Brother Chen, are you dazzled? How could the people in this painting be moving?”
“What’s so special about this painting? How could someone use a magic circle to protect a painting?”
Dong Jiahao was also a little puzzled.
Chen Ping frowned when he saw that no one else could see the movement of the grass or trees in the painting, and only he could see it.
A stream of spiritual consciousness slowly moved towards the Nine Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers Painting. Just as it approached, a huge suction force suddenly sucked the spiritual consciousness into the painting.
Chen Ping felt as if his body had suddenly appeared in the world in the painting, looking at the blue sky, the green grass, and the cowherd not far away.
Here, Chen Ping found that there was thick aura everywhere, and the aura here was like oxygen in the real world.
“Is this an illusion? Isn’t this too real?”
Chen Ping’s eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
The cowherd boy saw Chen Ping at this time and actually walked towards Chen Ping.
“Where are you from?” the cowherd boy asked Chen Ping.
“I…” Chen Ping was speechless for a moment. He didn’t know how to answer, and he didn’t know where the question came from.
“Kid, what is this place?”
Chen Ping did not answer the cowherd boy, but asked the cowherd boy.
The cowboy looked at Chen Ping strangely: “This is Penglai Island. Since you are here, how come you don’t know where it is?”
“Penglai Island?” Chen Ping frowned. He had heard of Penglai Island. Isn’t Penglai Island a legendary fairyland?
Could it be that I have arrived in fairyland?