A wild and daring idea had just flashed through Jiang Chen’s mind.
He had forced himself to circulate his true qi, but it had backfired, causing his blood to flow in reverse. His internal organs were shredded, and he suffered devastating damage to his body. He lay on the ground as blood poured out of him continuously.
The blood spilled onto the ancient scroll, staining *Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains (Huayue)*. Yet, at that very moment, an extraordinary change took place within the painting.
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