Chapter 1658: Chapter 1755: 12 Murals
Seeing is believing?
Fang Lin curled his lips. Doesnât this mean the same as saying nothing? Speaking in such mysterious terms, are you expecting me to guess?
After the old chieftain said this, he fell silent, neither looking at Fang Lin nor caring about what Fang Lin might think. He simply bowed his head, kneeling before the first mural, seemingly murmuring to himself.
Unable to understand the second mural, Fang Lin could only skip it for now and move on to view the third mural.
The content on the third mural wasnât particularly difficult to comprehend. It depicted a tree with outstretched branches, a small tree, and a small indistinct entity.
Fang Lin stared at this mural for a while, pondering that the tree with outstretched branches might be the ancient magic tree that once brought chaos to the land.
For when Fang Lin looked at this menacing tree, he felt a sense of déjà vu, coupled with an overwhelming sense of malevolence.
As for the small tree, Fang Lin found it somewhat familiar, with the Sacred Qi inside him subtly resonating with it.
âThe Demon Clanâs Sacred Tree!â Fang Lin was taken aback, immediately associating the small sapling in the mural with the Demon Clanâs Sacred Tree.
Fang Lin had seen the Demon Clanâs Sacred Tree before and had even rebuilt his physical body within it, so he was quite familiar with it.
The Demon Clanâs Sacred Tree was also very small, resembling an immature sapling, much like the one depicted in the mural.
And since the Sacred Qi within Fang Lin resonated with it, it indicated that the tree depicted on the mural was very likely the Demon Clanâs Sacred Tree.
Understanding this, a look of evident surprise appeared on Fang Linâs face. The Ancient Demon Tree and the Demon Clanâs Sacred Tree were two seemingly unrelated entities. How could they both appear in the same mural together? Could there be some unknown connection between them?
The mysteries in Fang Linâs heart didnât end there. The small entity next to the Demon Clanâs Sacred Tree on the muralâwhat was it? It didnât seem like a sapling, nor like a human. He couldnât discern what kind of existence it was.
âOld chieftain, could you explain this mural?â Fang Lin asked the old chieftain again, although knowing this old man might not respond.
As expected, the old man glanced up at Fang Lin before lowering his head again, evidently unwilling to speak.
Fang Lin was speechless and had no choice but to look at the fourth mural.
On the fourth mural, Fang Lin saw a person holding a spear-like object, piercing through the menacing tree.
âWhatâs depicted here should be the scene of an unnamed human clan warrior killing the ancient magic tree with a spear,â Fang Lin thought to himself. The mural was drawn rather plainly, so Fang Lin understood it with just a couple of glances.
The fifth mural was again incomprehensible to Fang Lin. It depicted a mountain and a person, and nothing else. Moreover, it was crudely drawn, as if the artist purposely didnât want future generations to discern its deeper meaning.
Fang Lin didnât expect the old chieftain to reveal anything, so he could only rely on his imagination to guess the potential meaning of this mural.
âThis mountain should be the Eternal Divine Mountain, but who is this person? Or what does it represent? Is it supposed to convey something that once happened?â Fang Lin pondered over the mural for a long time but couldnât decipher much. He could only move on for now.
The sixth mural was similarly cryptic, depicting four people in a line, seemingly indistinguishable from one another.
However, after observing for a while, Fang Lin noticed slight differences among the four figures, yet felt there was some special connection between them.
âFour people? Is it referencing four different individuals from the past? Or did these four do something together?â Fang Lin furrowed his brows, feeling a swelling in his head. He originally believed these murals would reveal more truths, but they only led to more questions.
Perhaps the artistâs intention was to make future generations speculate rather than directly convey what once happened.
But such an approach frustrated Fang Lin. He couldnât help but silently curse the artist for not crafting them clearer and more aesthetically pleasingâwho were they even meant for, being so crudely done?
Skipping the sixth mural once more, Fang Lin turned his attention to the seventh mural, noting there were only twelve murals in total.
The seventh mural depicted a person and a deer, with the deer adorned in rare vibrant colors not usually seen in murals.
Fang Linâs eyes lit up. His father, Fang Qingye, had once ventured across ten thousand mountains seeking the Divine Mountain without success, only to be guided by a Nine-Colored Divine Deer to finally witness the true visage of the mountain.
And in this mural, the figure beside the Nine-Colored Divine Deer was most likely his father, Fang Qingye.
Fang Lin hadnât expected his father to appear in the murals, suggesting that he indeed was drawing closer to many truths from the past.
Yet, before these truths, there still remained some unclarified mysteries. Hence, he could only see things in a vague blur, unable to discern everything clearly.
The eighth mural depicted a scene of someone subduing a Demon Beast, likely taking place within the ten thousand mountains.
Fang Lin noticed that the person in the eighth mural was completely painted in red. Legend had it that Martial Lord Hou Yi was born with a fiery body, his blood and energy so intense that those nearby would feel its heat.
âThe previous mural had my father. Could this muralâs figure be Martial Lord Hou Yi?â Fang Lin wondered to himself.
The ninth mural depicted Fang Lin himself.
Yes, it was precisely him!
The mural showed a Pill Furnace with a person standing beside it. Despite the simplicity of the drawing, Fang Lin recognized at first glance that it was a depiction of himself.
To be precise, it depicted his former self as Pill Sovereign Fang Lin, not his current self.
Staring at the figure in the mural, Fang Lin felt as if he was seeing his past self, while the muralâs Fang Lin seemed to gaze back at him.
Though surprised by his appearance on the mural, Fang Lin was more intrigued by what the mural meant.
âIt seems that my decision to craft the Life and Death Reincarnation Pill might have been a mistake,â Fang Lin thought, his expression complex. In the past, he hadnât quite realized it, but in this lifetime, having uncovered so much, he gradually understood that everything seemed to have begun because he made that pill.
The tenth mural depicted Tongtian of the Ten Suns, marking the beginning of the ancient great calamity, as Fang Lin knew.
As for the two remaining murals, the first was extremely bizarre, while the last was completely blank.
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