After Zen's figure disappeared from the Eternal Scroll Painting, the fox girl remained where she stood without moving an inch as though she were paralyzed.
When she snapped out of it, she noticed a white light dot flickering above the void.
The fox girl's gaze followed the white dot of light as it floated above for a while before it finally slid down towards the exit of the Eternal Scroll Painting. She heaved a sigh of relief and then turned to look at the face that was bruised to the point of no recognition by Zen.
Confronted by Zen's fearsome relentless attack, the face of the brush-wielder gave in and was smashed beyond repair.
"Master brush-wielder... are you alright?" the fox girl called out to him in a concerned voice.
As the words left her mouth, the pieces that once sprawled lifeless on the Eternal Scroll Painting regained their lost vitality and slowly crawled their way towards the face of the brush-wielder.
The brush-wielder raised his face carefully as though it were as delicate as porcelain.
At this moment, his face portrayed a strange calmness to it as he remained in his place without uttering a word. He was neither laughing nor crying.
"Please speak to me, Master brush-wielder. Are you alright?" the fox girl asked once again, her tone brimming with undying concern for him.
"I was born with the Eternal Scroll Painting. As long as it is not destroyed, I won't die. Don't worry. I'm fine," the brush-wielder replied. His tone showed no hints of anger when he addressed the fox girl after he recovered from his wounds.
"I wonder if we were able to deceive the downgrader just now..." The fox girl voiced her worried thoughts out loud.
"It shouldn't be a problem." The brush-wielder sighed softly.
Compared to the creatures of the third-grade and fourth-grade worlds, the brush-wielder held more knowledge about the boring life in the Wall World. Everything within that world was divided by length, and it was free from any sort of thickness. Even if there were any sort of life being born within the second-grade world after a long time, those lives would be proclaimed the weakest and the lowest of all lives present there.
In fact, the third-grade world was the lowest limit of life diversification. It was the Lower Extreme World after all, meaning it should be the lowest-grade world. If it continued to downgrade, the life it held within its borders would lose its sense of existence and the purpose attached to it.
The brush-wielder harbored deep-seated resentment for the second-grade world. But he was powerless against the downgrader, so the only option he was left with, was to cooperate with the fox girl to collectively play a trick on him.
"It seems the downgrader is cautious about Zen, so he must be afraid of him. Perhaps there is a chance that Zen will succeed," the fox girl said with her eyes glowing with hope.
Although Zen didn't give her a definite answer, the fox girl remained hopeful and pinned all her expectations on him.
The moment Zen left the Eternal Scroll Painting, countless dots of white light gathered and shot towards him.
Right now, Zen was completely surrounded and mesmerized by these light dots.
His ability to keep track of time and distance disappeared without a trace, rendering him helpless.
Of course, Zen had already anticipated this scenario, so he came prepared. Before he could lose sight of everything, he contacted his inner world.
"Heavenly Obsession Civilization, are you ready?" Zen asked as he prepared himself.
If given a fair amount of time, coupled with the ancestry-level bloodline's ability, the core of the Heavenly Obsession Civilization would have been fully replenished, or even more powerful compared to before.
Unfortunately, the time it was granted was far too short to accomplish anything. It was also an extremely complicated task to construct the core of the Heavenly Obsession Civilization.
Even though the Heavenly Obsession Civilization had mastered the technology, they had only managed to build the core halfway.
To prove itself useful to Zen's cause, the Heavenly Obsession Civilization sealed the core forcibly. The moment it received Zen's message, the core of the Heavenly Obsession Civilization responded to his call and began to operate rapidly.
"Yeah, I'm ready. Let's do this," the Heavenly Obsession Civilization replied back to Zen with confidence.
"I need your help to decipher it!"
"I'll do my best!"
As it spoke, a ray of green light suddenly began to hover over Zen's eyes, shrouding them in its influence.
The core of Heavenly Obsession Civilization took control of Zen's eyes and ran his gaze, scanning each light dot one after the other to decipher their meaning. Once everything lay bare to it, it transferred the information gathered into Zen's eyes.
Because its ability to calculate didn't have enough time to fully restore itself, the process was slower than usual.
After five minutes of continuous repetition of this tedious process, a blurry picture revealed itself as it flashed before Zen's eyes.
He saw four chains extending in four respective directions, and he also witnessed four obscure pillars standing in the distance...
As this blurry scenery flashed before his eyes for a brief moment, Zen was able to faintly determine his whereabouts.
"This must be in the center of those four pillars!
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