<strong>Capítulo 2197: Chapter 2197: Conspiracy</strong>


    A swath of deep blue light strikes the eyes.


    Julius Reed extends his hand to block this light.


    After a few seconds, adjusting slightly, he opens his eyes.


    To his surprise, Ilia Danvers’s body is suspended in midair, motionless.


    Like he’s dead.


    Standing below observing for quite a while, Julius Reed realizes Ilia Danvers really isn’t moving at all.


    If you said he was dead, some might believe it.


    He takes a step forward.


    Yet he feels a barrier appear in front of him.


    Buzz!


    Julius Reed lightly pats out a palm, but is directly bounced back.


    “Strange.” He slightly increases his strength and tries once more to strike forward.


    Increasing the strength not only fails to shatter the barrier but instead amplifies the rebound force.


    “Returning like for like?”


    Julius Reed slightly frowns, holding his chin, and examines the invisible barrier before him.


    ording to this logic, it seems the less the force, the smaller the obstacle.


    But the barrier definitely exists.


    Because once people want to enter, just by walking, force is generated.


    Without force, it’s impossible to move forward.


    This means there’s no way to ever get in.


    Looking up at Ilia Danvers, Julius Reed seems to understand.


    Ilia Danvers is very likely detached from his physical body, like the Prophet, only by a different method.


    As long as the physical body doesn’t enter, no force is generated.


    In this way, the barrier ceases to exist.


    Julius Reed temporarily decides not to take such a risk, because suddenly he feels the three mystical beasts within him bing increasingly unsettled.


    Whoosh!


    In an instant!


    Julius Reed, holding a desperate attitude, activates the power of Green Snake.


    Miraculously, he appears within the barrier!


    He seeded!


    Yet, upon entering the barrier, the three mystical beasts within him seem toe alive!


    Desperately struggling!


    Trying to burst through Julius Reed’s body!


    Meanwhile, a line of text appears on his arm.


    ‘Thank you, I shall return home.’


    ‘I am that painting, I’ve long existed within your body.’


    After the text disappears, a smiley face sketch appears on Julius Reed’s arm.


    ?


    “So that was your goal all along. I always thought you were a purpose-driven entity, why you would go to such lengths to assist me, and suddenly unveil so many paintings.”


    Julius Reed, sweating profusely,ughed: “You’ve worked hard. In fact, from the first time we met, I had a rough guess.”


    “You entered the actual divine realm, yet cried out that it was over. Because you are of theherworld, upon entering the divine realm, you are inherently afraid. Now, you’ve returned home.”


    Julius Reed closes his eyes, feeling the chaotic turmoil within him.


    Green Snake seems a bit anxious, White Tiger lets out a simr low growl!


    As for the Bull, it’s constantly charging, crashing.


    “Others feel butterflies in their stomachs, I damn well feel cows running amok.”


    At the critical moment, the controlling force of Dragon Dance begins to y its role after losing istion from the threeherworld beasts.


    Julius Reed guides them to prate the threeherworld beasts.


    ‘You realized toote, we are free now. In a few minutes, you’ll die here.’


    Text appears once again, even carrying a taunting tone.


    “I must say, you’re still too young.” Julius Reed suddenly opens his eyes, Evil Qi directly floods in from the Dragon King Ring!


    Buzz!


    A series of crashing sounds echo within him.


    Thoseherworld beasts encounter the Evil Qi and be even more frenzied!


    Rising!


    Julius Reed takes a step forward, his eyes now pitch ck.


    Unable to see anything.


    He slowly sits down, ck aura swirling around him.


    ‘Futile efforts, nothing more.’


    The text appears on his arm once again.


    It seems the painting is very pleased with current events and satisfied with its n.


    ‘Having lost control of Green Snake, you have no way to leave here. Netherworld Forbidden Ground, enters must surely die.’


    This text remains on Julius Reed’s arm, not disappearing.


    In the eyes of the painting, it feels it no longer needs to speak.


    This is thest statement, a farewell to this host.


    Everything seems quiet.


    Except for Julius Reed’s body full of surging Evil Qi and the frenziedherworld beasts.


    The painting persists.


    Its existence is very unique.


    As long as it is nk, it remains hidden on Julius Reed’s body.


    Only when text like now appears can it be seen.


    From the first encounter, it entered Julius Reed’s body.


    As for the painting on the wall?


    Merely a special material painting.


    A painting in the void.


    As long as the painting wishes, it can manifest on anything.


    Worldwide, there are many such frames, almost every one can be utilized by it.


    Bing its eyes.


    Before entering Julius Reed’s body, it could freely exist on any painting.


    Within the painting, there lies a world.


    Every painting is a door.


    The Evil Qi grows increasingly dense, the Dragon King Ring on Julius Reed’s hand flickers intermittently, initially a crimson glow, but eventually transforming into dark ck light.


    Extremely sinister, just a nce makes one breathless.


    A body filled with Evil Qi, incredibly robust.


    Theherworld beasts continuously collide, seemingly having no effect.


    Julius Reed remains seated on the ground, enveloped by ck smoke, silhouette indistinct.


    Only visible as a ck mass.


    Suddenly.


    Julius Reed opens his eyes, a bright sh pierces out.


    Then dissipates.


    The Evil Qi unexpectedly condenses into a human form, appearing within him!


    Standing before the threeherworld beasts.


    ‘What are you doing!’


    The text on Julius Reed’s arm changes yet again.


    It feels something is amiss, but cannot fathom what the fellow intends to do.


    ‘The struggle of trapped beasts, give it up.’


    The painting seems to advise, also seems to enlighten.


    But inwardly, it’s quite panicked.


    At such a time, any normal person would fight like a trapped beast.


    After all, this host looks pretty fierce, if he genuinely makes ast-ditch effort and ruins things, the painting is in trouble.


    It’s all because of its own mouth, such a nuisance.


    Julius Reed remains seated.


    Looking like a settled divine monk.


    But in reality, within him, a fierce battle is raging!


    A battle over sovereignty!


    If theherworld beasts win, they can leave the body.


    If Julius Reed wins…


    The painting watches nervously.


    It exists in the void, right behind the threeherworld beasts.


    Roar!


    White Tiger first discovers the Evil Qi forming Julius Reed, roaring and charging over!


    The Evil Qi formed Julius Reed slightly opens his eyes, his manner and gestures very simr to him.


    Yet the Evil Qi is ethereal, as soon as the form moves, it leaves a blurry trail.


    Much like a stick figure.


    Facing White Tiger’s roar, the stick figure throws a punch!


    Directly hits the White Tiger on the head!


    Then, he kicks up fiercely!


    Boom!


    White Tiger falls heavily back.


    The stick figure relentlessly pursues, leaping and smashing down!


    White Tiger rolls as it narrowly escapes, the stick figure continues rampaging!


    On itself, mes ignite!


    The threeherworld beasts are stunned!


    Whoosh!


    The me fist smashes down!


    Sends White Tiger flying again!


    ‘He’s taming these creatures, he’s gone mad!’


    The painting on Julius Reed’s arm trembles as it shows these words.