Chapter 5: The Gate of Heavenly Tao

  Yang Chen directly opened it and found that the painting was very long. Even with his arms fully stretched out, he had only opened a small part of it. Then Yang Chen put one end on the ground, grasped the other end, and slowly pulled it open towards the back. After a moment, the entire painting was presented before Yang Chen's eyes.

  The painting was over 4 meters long, but its width was only about 20 centimeters, which is quite strange.

  However, what's even stranger is that the painting depicts nothing but fog, with fog filling the entire canvas and no space left around it.

  "Fog? Why are all these paintings of fog?" Yang Chen was taken aback, revealing a puzzled expression.

  There are many painters in the world, and there are all kinds of paintings. Some paint bamboo, some paint animals, some paint people, and some paint landscapes, but I have never heard anyone say that they paint fog.

  However, at this moment, Yang Chen's face showed a look of shock, because he found that the mist in the painting was not static, but was flowing slowly, as if the mist in the painting was not painted by people, but was absorbed into the painting from the surrounding air.

  Yang Chen carefully observed it and found that the fog in the painting was indeed absorbed from here, a look of excitement appeared on his face, he knew that this painting in his hand must be a treasure, a magical treasure.

  Afterwards, Yang Chen put all his energy into painting and studied it carefully.

  Unconsciously, time slowly slipped away, and a moment's time passed like this. Yang Chen only found that the painting was constantly absorbing the mist here, but did not find any other differences.

  Helpless, Yang Chen could only roll it up and put it in his bosom, planning to study it carefully after going out.

  But just as he put it in his arms, the painting that was originally absorbing the white fog suddenly stopped absorbing it, and a wisp of white mist floated out from inside and directly entered Yang Chen's body.

  Yang Chen was startled by this move, and just as he was about to take the painting out of his arms and throw it away, a look of shock appeared on his face. He found that his originally exhausted spirit suddenly recovered, and even the feeling of hunger that had been lingering for some time instantly disappeared without a trace, as if he had just eaten his fill.

  Yang Chen muttered to himself in shock, hastily pulled out the painting scroll from his bosom and examined it carefully. He found that the scroll had started absorbing mist again. His face lit up with excitement as he exclaimed: "Treasure! This is absolutely a great treasure! It actually restored me to my best state!"

  The excitement lasted for a moment, and Yang Chen put it back in his arms, patted it with his hand, feeling that it would not be easily discovered by others, before continuing to walk outside.

  Fortunately, Yang Chen was slender but not short. At 13 years old, he was already 1.6 meters tall. After putting the painting into his bosom, it only reached up to his neck and didn't stick out.

  Yang Chen didn't know the true function of this painting yet, but just being able to recover with it was enough to make it an extremely precious treasure. However, he also understood that a commoner shouldn't possess such a valuable item, and if others were to find out about it, it would definitely bring him some trouble.

  As time passed, Yang Chen also walked further and further away, after walking for about 2,000 meters, Yang Chen felt that the fog had slowly dispersed, and when he looked up, he could vaguely see the sky above.

  With a surge of joy in his heart, he knew that the direction he was heading wasn't wrong, and immediately quickened his pace, rapidly walking forward. Before long, the fog had all dispersed, and Yang Chen also saw the exit of the valley from afar.

  "It's finally out!" Yang Chen's face lit up with joy, and he excitedly shouted a sentence before taking off in a sprint towards the front.

  Yang Chen ran out and hastily looked up at the Burial Dragon Mountain, then directly ran towards the mountain.

  Before he had run two steps, Yang Chen saw a familiar figure hastily running towards his direction from the mountain.

  As the two gradually approached each other, Yang Chen finally saw clearly the appearance of that person, who was his own father.

  "Father! Father!" Yang Chen shouted loudly and hastily.

  Yang Chen's father listened to the familiar voice, his expression stunned, staring blankly at Yang Chen who was running towards him, his face revealing an excited look, and tears streaming down his eyes as he rushed towards Yang Chen.

  Yang Chen rushed directly into his father's arms and hugged him tightly.

  "Second egg, you're fine, that's great! You're really fine!" Yang Chen's father exclaimed, tears of joy streaming down his face as he swept Yang Chen into a tight hug: "You scared me to death, you scared me to death!"

  Yang Chen looked at his father and saw tears streaming down, choking back a sob. In his impression, this was the second time he had seen his father cry. The first time was when he was seriously ill and everyone said he wouldn't make it, that was the first time he saw his father shed tears, this is the second time.

  Yang Chen hastily wiped away his father's tears with his hand and said with a well-behaved face: "Dad, don't cry, I'm fine now!"

  Yang Chen's father let out a sob, put Yang Chen down, and asked with a delighted expression: "Ergou, quickly tell Dad, how are you okay? You fell from such a high place, but you don't seem to have any injuries at all! And looking at you, your spirit is still very good!"

  Yang Chen smiled and said, "Dad, do you still remember that wooden plaque I used when I was apprenticed? It was that wooden plaque that saved me! If it wasn't for it, I reckon I wouldn't be able to see you now!"

  Yang Chen's father suddenly realized, excitedly nodded and said: "So that's it! So that's it!" He paused for a moment, then continued: "In that case, let's hurry up and rush to the Tian Dao Gate!"

  After all, now that Yang Chen is fine, it's good to know. Moreover, the day of Tiandao Gate's recruitment is approaching, if we don't seize the time, we might not make it in time for the recruitment day. If we miss it, both Er Dan and his father will regret it for a lifetime.

  Yang Chen smiled and nodded, then took his father's hand and walked away into the distance.

  Two days later, when the sun was about to set, two figures of different heights appeared on the horizon, slowly walking towards the Tian Dao Gate.

  "Second Egg, look, up ahead is the Tian Dao Mountain. The palace at the top of the mountain is the Tian Dao Gate where you will be apprenticed!" Yang Chen's father said with a respectful expression as he gazed at the distant peak of Tian Dao Mountain, his face filled with smiles as he spoke to Second Egg.

  Yang Chen looked in the direction his father had pointed.

  All that can be seen in front is a towering mountain peak that enters the clouds, with mist and fog entwined, and layers of peaks stacked on top of each other. The details are unclear, although it's very far away, but at this moment, one can see a large temple on the summit, and above the temple, seven-colored rays of light are scattered, making people feel reverent at first sight.

  Undoubtedly, this is the location of the Tian Dao Men's mountain gate. The Tian Dao Men is one of the few Xian Tian sects in Qin Guo. At present, there are many masters in the sect, three old monsters in the Yuan Ying period, and dozens of Xian Tian cultivators in the Jin Dan period. It can be said that it is the leader among the Xian Tian sects in Qin Guo.

  Yang Chen looked at the Tian Dao Gate in front of him, and a sense of longing rose up in his heart...