After entering the cave, the rock walls were initially red. Although glowing moss provided illumination, the sight was not particularly pleasant.
But after they went deeper, the walls were no longer a uniform red. Crystal-like formations, seemingly naturally formed, were embedded in them.
These crystals had been carved into various shapes. Chen Chuan noticed that they closely resembled the deity symbols on the map. Since they appeared here, they were likely the gods of the First People.
As they made their way along, nearly every crystal bore a different image of a god. There were tens of thousands of them, densely packed together. It was not hard to imagine the immense manpower and resources that had gone into them.
But as they neared the end of this stretch, they discovered that large sections of the crystals had been deliberately smashed and destroyed. In one place, an entire wall had even been specially dug out.
It looked like an ugly scar. Inside it was a simple human outline drawn in charcoal. The lines were exceedingly simple, depicting each part of the body as several ovals. The strokes were unusually concise, giving it a primitive, rugged feel. Yet upon closer inspection, there was something eerie about it. In short, it was profoundly unsettling.
Someone could not help asking, "What kind of mark is that?"
Gao Ming looked at it for a few moments, compared it with the information he had prepared in the World Token, and said to Chen Chuan, "cousin, this should be the mark of the Primitive Sect."
"The Primitive Sect?"
Most of those present did not understand, but when several First People heard the translated term through their translators, their expressions changed at once.
Someone noticed their faces and asked, "Are they one of your First People?"
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