After pushing open that door, Aiwass's spiritual body stepped into the corridor filled with fantasy.
Once again, he came to the three different doors.
This time, the first door had disappeared—it had turned into the painting Aiwass had seen before, the one he had completed.
Aiwass stopped, admired it carefully for a while, and then smiled satisfactorily.
"It looks really nice..."
He murmured softly.
—This is my own handiwork.
The painting, dominated by red and black hues, had an awe-inspiring strength. If a Transcendent of the Path of Love, especially a Banquet Master believer saw this painting, they would surely receive resonance and inspiration from the Path of Love.
As for the remaining two doors... they were both still open.
There were even more vines entwined on the second door now.
Of the three petals on it, two were lit up, one brighter and the other dimmer.
As for the last door, it was very eerie...
