From the circumstances, either Lin Xintong had left the third level or the third level of the God Advent Tower was isolated individually. In here, everyone would only see themselves and not meet each other.
The grand hall of the third level was not as opulent as the first level’s. In contrast, it had a solemn feeling to it.
The grand hall’s floor tiles seemed to be made of the same material as the square outside the tower. The tiles were made from a stone that was black like ink. Stepping upon them made him feel a surge of blood Qi coming towards him.
Yi Yun circled around a few pillars. In the center of the grand hall hung a painting.
This painting was hung on an azure stoned wall. After such a long period of time, the paper had already begun to turn yellow. However, the person in the picture remained clear and distinguishable.
Upon seeing the picture clearly, Yi Yun was stunned, “This is…”
The man in the picture was sitting on the ground, with his back leaning against a tree. One of his legs was straight while the other was arched like a bridge.
His left elbow was placed on the raised knee, and his right hand was holding a wine gourd. He was gulping down wine. Beside him, his sword was stabbed into the ground diagonally. The blade of the sword was even stained with blood.
This picture was drawn roughly. The way the strokes were drawn made it seem like it was by an art master in an unrestrained manner after he was drunk. It was drawn wilfully in one go after dabbing into ink.
Seeing this painting, Yi Yun could not tell what was on his own mind.
The azure-clothed man in the picture was the azure-clothed swordsman who had fought the black-armored warrior in the disk array images he watched previously.
The sword blade was stained with blood, proving that the azure-clothed swordsman had just undergone a huge battle. He was very likely to have killed his enemy.
And following that, he was in no way concerned about the large battle that he had just experienced. Instead, he sat alone on the grass plains leaning against a tree. He watched the wilderness and began drinking, quick to settle grudges.
What sort of unconventional and unrestrained life was this?
Yi Yun stopped before the picture and looked at it for a long while. He had chosen the disk array with the scenes of the azure-clothed swordsman in the first level, and now he had seen the azure-clothed swordsman’s picture on the third level of the God Advent Tower.