Cycle Of Nirvana - Chapter 147

Another a different part of the universe…

“Senior Brother, I really think you are the best painter in the world. You have painted the Moon Palace even more magnificent than the real one.”

The fair-skinned, tall, red long-haired girl spoke while looking at the red-haired, slim-built man a little ahead of her and the canvas in front of him. It was understood that the red-haired man was a painter, thanks to the brushes in his hand and the canvas in front of him. In addition, looking at the magnificent palace above the clouds that he painted, it was easily understood what a high-level painter he was.

The red-haired man sighed and shook his head: “Irene, I’m glad you like it but you don’t have to say things you didn’t really think about just to make me happy. In the past, maybe I could see myself bigger, but what I’m drawing now is just a simple doodle compared to what that artist who came to our clan did.”

The red-haired man paused and after a short hesitation offered, “I haven’t seen her paintings for a while. As far as I know, she must be working on a painting right now. We can go together if you want.”

Although the young girl felt a little bad because the things she said to make the man in front of her happy were understood, she could not say anything to deny it. Their clan was a clan made up of artists, and artists within the clan, especially painters, thought they were the best in the universe. But that thought was completely changed by the simple drawing of a single woman who came to their clan. This woman, whose eyes were even veiled, painted a pebble she saw on the road. But those who saw this simple painting seemed to think that they were the most worthless and weakest people in the world. There were even some who stopped drawing as a result of this incident.

This woman, whose appearance is unknown, had drawn three pictures in total, except the pebble she had drawn at first, after she came to their clan, and she said that these pictures were a chain portrait and said that she would leave their clan as soon as the fifth painting was completed. Therefore, before she left their clan, there were many who wanted to follow her and learn something about painting.

The teenage girl’s eyes filled with joy and she immediately replied: “Senior Brother, can we really go watch? Her paintings are truly inexplicably magnificent. Every time I see them, I feel like I’m experiencing the things she paints. Compared to what she does, the other paintings are really…” Realizing what she had said, the young girl paused abruptly and lowered her head in embarrassment.

The red-haired man smiled. “You don’t have to be afraid that I might be upset. She’s really on a different level and I don’t feel bad about it, on the contrary, I’m extremely happy to be able to see what she draws. Thanks to her paintings, I have improved myself a lot, and thanks to this, I can now see things that I normally cannot see. Let’s go together, I wonder what the fourth painting will be like…”

The red-haired man moved forward after speaking, and the young girl followed him. After about twenty minutes of progress, they came to a place that made them feel as if they were completely independent of the world. In this place, surrounded by several trees, was a small lake with a green liquid in it, and next to this lake was a person wearing an all-green robe, too loose to reveal her body features.

There were many people tens of meters from where the lake was, and they were all examining the picture the green-robed person was drawing on the fourth of the five canvases in front of her. The red-haired girl and boy also came near these people and looked at the three finished paintings next to her from a distance where they would not disturb the green-robed person.

The first painting featured two people on a green, flat plain. The first was a middle-aged man, while the other was a woman wearing an eight-coloured robe, the ends of her wavy purple hair sticking out slightly from the hood of her robe, and holding a simple chest in her hand. Those who looked at the painting in this painting could feel the overwhelming power of the robed person and the loneliness of the middle-aged man.

In the second painting, there were two creatures fighting on a sandy floor. One of them was a black-haired young male with twin swords in his hand, and the other was a profound beast called the Steel Horned Bull. Those who looked at this painting could feel the rage of the profound beast and the determination of the youth deeply.

The third painting had two people sitting on the edge of a cliff. The first of them was a black-haired teenager fighting the Steel Horned Bull in the second painting, while the other was a black-eyed woman wearing a black robe that completely concealed her body lines. Those who looked at this painting could clearly feel the hesitation of the young man and the agonizing loneliness of the woman in the robes.

Those who looked at these three paintings did not know what was in the paintings. However, these three paintings were so realistic that they involuntarily believed that the things depicted really existed.

After looking at the three finished paintings, the red-haired boy and girl swallowed and looked at the canvas that the green-robed person was currently drawing. This painting was not finished yet, so it didn’t make a big impact like the other paintings. But even in its unfinished form, it was far greater than any of the best works by its audience.

In this still unfinished painting, there was a body covered in blood which the ground around it was shattered. And next to this body, there was a person with long black hair with no face visible, holding a sword soaked in fresh blood in his hand, and with rips in several parts of his clothing. Even this unfinished painting made the audience feel anger and contemptuous regret in their hearts.

“Even in its unfinished state, it is extraordinary… I wonder who does the bloody body belongs to, and why did the person with the bloody sword put him in this state?” The red-haired girl named Irene involuntarily asked.

The red-haired young man sighed: “I have no idea, but I have a feeling even now when this painting is finished it will become something much more special than the others. And more importantly, what exactly will happen in the fifth painting she will draw? ”

After the red-haired man’s question, the young girl thought about it too, but could not find an answer to this question. Who was this mysterious painter? To whom or to what did the things she painted belong? Why was she drawing these paintings? Why did those who looked at these paintings feel as if these things were real?

While other people were watching her and trying to find answers to the countless questions in their minds, a sudden gust of wind blew, making the ends of the green-robed person’s pink hair appear for a moment. After the wind had disappeared, the green-robed person looked at the painting she was making at that moment and spoke in a voice so quiet but graceful that no one could hear:

“My friend, my comrade, my sibling… I will paint the beginning and the end just as I promised….”