Jared saw the plants swaying in the painting while the shepherdess pranced happily across the slope.
The painting emanated the aura that Jared had sensed earlier on. It turned out that he had been feeling a pull toward this painting all along.
“D*mn it! We wasted this much effort just for an old painting?” Colin grumbled when he realized there was only a painting in the tomb.
Jared looked at him and asked, “Colin, do you see the shepherdess moving in the painting?”
“What? No.” Colin knitted his brows and asked, “Are you seeing things, Jared? How could the person in the painting move?”
Howard echoed his confusion, “What's so special about this painting? Why would someone conjure such a powerful arcane array to protect it?”
Jared instinctively frowned when he realized he was the only one who could see the objects in the painting moving.
He slowly extended a stream of spiritual sense toward Thousands of Miles Away. It had scarcely neared the painting when a strong force pulled it into the painting.
Jared felt as if his body had entered the world depicted in the painting. He could see the blue sky above him and the greenery beneath his feet. The shepherdess stood not too far away from him.
The place was brimming with spiritual energy, almost as common as oxygen was in the real world.
He muttered disbelievingly, “Is this a dream? It's way too realistic.”
His eyes widened in surprise as he continued to survey his surroundings.
The shepherdess had noticed him by then and walked toward him.
“Where are you from?” she asked.
“I...” Jared trailed off, unsure of what to reply. He did not know how to explain his situation.
Instead, he replied to her question with one of his own, “Where is this place?”
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