"Second painting, fourth-rank middle grade, Ksitigarbha Skill."
Zhao Xing opened the painting and immediately a vast land appeared before his eyes.
The land was yellow-gray, with countless mountains and rivers, intertwining and flowing like lines before him.
This seemed to be a bird's-eye view from a high altitude... Zhao Xing thought.
But soon he felt something was off.
"Hmm? Why does it feel so familiar?"
Zhao Xing pondered, carefully observing the yellow-gray lines.
A moment later, Zhao Xing suddenly realized.
The perspective shifted from high altitude to the ground.
When he was on the ground, Zhao Xing found himself naked, his feet stepping into the soil.
Then his whole body slowly sank in, leaving only his head above the surface.
Warmth, moisture, and a surge of vitality flowed from underground.
"I am a tree."
