Chapter 3: Extraordinary {3}
The mural was simple, even hollow in description. The center depicted a crimson sun, surrounded by the tumult of white clouds as if buffeted by a great wind, and in the distance, one could faintly make out green mountains outlined by thick black strokes.
In the art of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it was customary to capture both form and spirit.
From that perspective, the mural before him could only be considered mediocre, lacking any particularly outstanding features.
Yet,
Whenever he practiced the Pure Yang Skill while gazing at the mural before him, Su Heng would always find himself coming to some sort of realization.
Take the present moment, for example, Su Heng looked at the mural, and though he was basking in the warm sunlight of the afternoon, an inexplicable gust seemed to blow towards him. It was as if he truly stood atop a dark and dreary mountain peak, with howling wind, rolling leaden clouds above, the sun rising, and myriads of lustrous golden rays scattering...
"Huff!"
Su Heng’s chest rose and fell. He closed his eyes, slowly coming back to his senses from the artistic conception of the painting.
When he opened his eyes again, rows of grayish text faintly emerged before him, forming an attribute panel.