[Congratulations, Host. You have successfully bound the Nine Heavens Painting with yourself.]
A prompt appeared in front of Ye Tian Yun. However, he wasn't actually in a celebratory mood.
After the loss of a drop of Blood Essence, he began to feel lightheaded and dizzy slowly.
Controlling himself from staggering on the ground, Ye Tian Yun tried to have a grip over his senses.
However, loss of Blood Essence is not something that can be easily ignored, nor does it have a swift recovery.
It takes time, and the only way to decrease the effect is by sitting and intaking as much as Qi possible from the surroundings, that is, to cultivate.
Ye Tian Yun didn't waste any time, sat down back in the Spirit Water, and began to cultivate the Qi.
Lucky for him, he was surrounded by the highest possible density of qi, thus recovering himself wasn't a big hurdle for him.
Usually, it would take about 3-4 hours to recover from the loss of a single drop of Blood Essence, however, in the current circumstance, Ye tian Yun just needed a few minutes before he was back to normal.
The dizziness had soon disappeared, only a bit of weakness remained. This too left his body after a few more minutes of furious cultivation.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Tian Yun stood up in the water.
In front of him, the Nine Heavens Painting was still floating, though the shine had returned back to normal.
But one thing that was different in the current situation was that Ye Tian Yun could feel a connection between him and the Nine Heavens Painting.
He raised his left hand in the air, and with his fingers, he gestured at the painting to come towards him.
As expected, the painting moved at his will and after a few moments, Ye Tian Yun had the Painting wide open as he held its two opposite sides using his hand while staring at the drawings and depictions on the parchment.
The painting weighed almost nothing and the feeling it gave after being touched was that of a paper.
If Ye Tian Yun hadn't performed the Blood Binding Technique and if the painting wasn't offered by the System, he would have genuinely thought that this painting was a fake and he was being scammed, just because this painting was made on a simple piece of paper.
Ye Tian Yun shook his head and erased unnecessary thought from his mind ad focused on a very important question in front of him -
'How am I going to enter this thing? Even though I feel a connection, I don't feel the 'way' to enter this painting.'
'System, do you have any hints to this?' Ye Tian Yun asked.
[host, repeat the lines of description from this painting, you should be able to get a connection with the entrance to this painting.]
'Oh?' Frowning, Ye Tian Yun began to repeat the prompt he had seen a while ago.
'A mysterious and powerful ancient -'
[No Host, not this one. The one which defined the painting in one sentence.] The system interrupted Ye Tian Yun and asked him to repeat the correct phrase.
Ye Tian Yun cringed, 'That line? Wasn't that too… flimsy?'
[But it is the only way for the owner to communicate with the painting.]
'Oh..' Ye Tian Yun suddenly thought of something, 'System… I don't remember the line, why don't you tell me once again?'
[...]
[Host, System cannot repeat it, you are the one who needs to say it because you are the owner.]
Ye Tian Yun shrugged, 'Well, in that case, I shall sacrifice a few of my brain cells.'
Taking a deep breath, he then closed his eyes and put all his focus on the painting in front of him.
'Heaven bows, mortals cry. The Nine Heavens Painting captures the sky.'
As soon as Ye Tian Yun finished his words, the painting which was floating in front of him suddenly flapped and straightened itself!
A shining light flashed, so bright that Ye Tian Yun could 'see' it even with his eyes closed.
After it disappeared, Ye Tian Yun slowly moved his eyelids and saw the scene in front of him.
Everything was white.
Ye Tian Yun turned around.
Here too, everything was white.
He couldn't help but feel confused and shocked, 'Am I inside the painting?'
[Indeed, Host. This is the Nine Heavens Painting Realm, your private realm.]
Ye Tian Yun pursed his lips and continued to observe everything around himself.
Even though everything was white, he was able to 'feel the depth' of his surroundings, thus he wasn't feeling like he was staring at a screen.
He could feel the never-ending white plain.
Ye Tian closed his eyes and then opened them after a few seconds, 'No qi here.'
Ye Tian Yun walked a few steps, however, it still felt like he was standing in a single place.
Crossing his arms, he judged his experience.
'Well… I am not really very impressed… I was expecting a barren land, not literally an endless white plain.'
[Host, you aren't understanding the main reasoning behind this white plain.]
'Oh? Then do tell.'
[Host, imagine you're a painter. What will be the most ideal type of surface you would like to have to draw and paint?]
Ye Tian Yun shrugged his lips and replied as a matter of fact, 'Of Course a white piece of paper to give the best effects and tone to the painting. Oh, wait-!'
Suddenly something dawned upon him.
'System, are you trying to say that this place is a white piece of paper, and I am its painter?'
[Exactly, Host. It is up to you, how you will change this place at your will.]
Ye Tian Yun shook his head, 'That sounds philoc=sophical, but practically, it feels too much bullshit.'
'How am I supposed to draw or create anything here? This is not a painting and everything here is not paper.. It's literally a whole world.'