Especially that final colossal pillar of golden-red flames.
Those pillars made it hard for Li Tianming not to connect that super star with the present-day sun.
Yet he still had no proof and could only speculate.
However, there were still two "inner rooms" inside this "wooden house."
The little doors to the inner rooms were left ajar, proving that he could enter.
Li Tianming was straightforward enough. He looked around and found that, aside from that painting, there was nothing special left in the "outer room." Taking a deep breath, he arrived outside the door to the inner room on the left.
I hope there are answers here.
He stretched out a hand and gently pushed open the little wooden door.
Creak.
The years had taken too heavy a toll; when the little wooden door moved, it looked as though it might collapse at any moment.
The inner room was somewhat dim.
Only when the light from outside shone in did this dust-sealed world appear before Li Tianming's eyes.
He stood in the doorway and looked inside.
The inner room's layout was even simpler.
There was only a wooden table.
There were shadows on the wooden table. Only when Li Tianming approached did he discover a yellowed book atop it, almost completely rotted away.
More precisely, it was a stack of old yellow papers.
There were words on them.
"It must have been because the history was too ancient that it was recorded in this manner. What exactly is this wooden house, that it could survive until today? And even grant me a 'Heavenly Palace Mark'?"
Li Tianming did not dare touch it carelessly. He crouched down and carefully examined the book's cover page.
There were three brush-written characters on the cover page!
Li Tianming frowned slightly. He looked several