The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Everyone was filled with disbelief as they looked at the painting.
The painting was filled with the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers with mist drifting among them. A few people walked in
the corners when suddenly, they turned their heads to look outside the painting.
One person's figure made an impression on most people in an instant. It was full of indifference, confidence, and power.
"The Hendrix Painting..." Someone uttered the name of the painting in a trembling voice.
"The Hendrix Painting? What's that?" Others wondered.
"Hendrix was once a holy being, very close to reaching the god position," someone who knew Hendrix said.
Hendrix was a painter who entered the path order through painting and comprehended other path orders after that.
Before that, he was just an ordinary person. After achieving the path order, he killed all the holy beings of the same level. The
Hendrix Painting was none other than the painting painted by Hendrix that led him to the path order to become a holy being.
In the later stage, Hendrix continued to pour his energy into the painting, making the Hendrix Painting more powerful. Even if
Portia could not fully wield the power of the Hendrix Painting now, it must not be underestimated!
Philip overheard the comments and saw the painting.
The extraordinary vibe of that figure also left a big impression on Philip and startled him for a moment.
However, Philip quickly returned to his senses and whispered, "I'm surprised that the Hendrix Painting actually has the function
of confusing the mind. It has cleverly used the path order of deterrence. What a pity..."
Philip looked up at Portia. "You can't fully unleash the power of the Hendrix Painting."
Portia chuckled and said, "Oh, really? Why don't you try?"
The Hendrix Painting fell into Portia's hands, and she poured her energy into it. The painting quickly exuded a mysterious vibe.
A wisp of smoke floated out of the painting and shrouded the two of them.

The next moment, a powerful suction force came from the smoke, and Philip and Portia disappeared into thin air in front of
everyone's eyes.
After that, everyone saw two extra people on a mountain peak in the Hendrix Painting. The painting slowly rolled up as if
preventing others from seeing the scenery inside.
"It looks like the outcome of this battle has been determined," Nixon sighed.
Verdant also shook his head with regret in his eyes. "I'm afraid you guys can't help Philip in this case."
Nixon nodded.
The Hendrix Painting was now under Portia's control.
Entering the painting was equivalent to being under Portia's full control. She could easily make use of the rules, laws, and path
orders in the painting.
No matter how strong Philip was, as long as he was not stronger than Portia, it would be extremely difficult for him to break free
from Portia's restriction and leave the painting.
Meanwhile, in the painting, Philip and Portia appeared on a magnificent mountain peak.
Philip subconsciously observed his surroundings. The night sky above his head was filled with stars that shone gently on the two
of them.
They were surrounded by trees, flowing rivers, cottages, and fish jumping out of the river from time to time.