A Man Like None Other

Seal The Jared slowly picked up the , studying it meticulously. Even the courtyard where he was standing was depicted with remarkable clarity.

However, when Jared picked up the to admire it, he noticed that something seemed to be faintly visible through the light shining on the painting from behind.

One could see a mere illusion, but not the reality.

“Could this painting possibly contain a painting within a painting?” Jared’s brows slightly furrowed.

The painting within a painting was essentially a piece of artwork concealed within another. It could only be seen under specific lighting conditions or when soaked in a special solution.

Jared picked up the , turning to Bianca and the others to ask, “Do you all notice anything else in this painting?”.

However, Bianca and the others simply shook their heads.

“Mr. Chance, isn’t this just a of Infinitnus Celestial Sect? I don’t see any other artwork, do you?” Bianca asked.

Jared was truly puzzled. He lifted the painting once again, examining it meticulously under the light. Indeed, beneath the painting of the sect, he could discern a rather indistinct figure.

for it had the power to cast aside all hindrances and perceive

Eye, he noticed a gradual change in the . The once grand sect had vanished without a trace, and the previously blurred figure was becoming increasingly

shrouded in a black robe, a dark crown adorning his head, and a bone cane clutched in

eyes of the deepest black, exuding demonic energy. One glance was enough to make one feel as though

countless grotesque

face appeared to be radiating a certain glow. It was this very glow that seemed to be

in the truly was. He seems like a Demonic Cultivator, but why is there a portrait of a Demonic Cultivator hidden within the of

the figure

dark eyes

surrounding malicious spirits, each baring their

a scare. He had never imagined that the malicious spirits in the painting

Jared let out

Tome within Jared’s consciousness field unleashed

wrong?” Only then did Jared regain his senses, realizing that he was still holding the in his hand. The of

the portrait of the Demonic Cultivator, let alone the