Xue Mu took out a scroll from his storage ring and handed it to Li Fan.
"This is a painting I've created based on the scenes I remember."
"Although I've revised it hundreds of times, it still lacks about one ten-thousandth of the original spirit."
"Even so, each time I focus on repainting it, I feel as if my body and mind are being purified, and I gain so much from it."
"I didn’t realize it before, but after talking with you just now, it dawned on me."
"My progress has been rapid lately, perhaps because I often revisit those images."
Xue Mu spoke with utmost seriousness.
"Transformation of Mortals into Spirits..."
Li Fan, feeling curious, took the scroll and unfurled it.
In an instant, it felt as if the world before him was shifting like the wind and clouds.
There was a frail figure dressed in white, gazing up at the sky.
The figure was so small, yet it seemed to stand in contrast to the vastness of the world.