Next, Ye Tian gathered his spiritual energy into a ball of light, illuminating the entire hall.
It also lit up the murals around them.
These murals had been carved into whole slabs of stone before being set into the walls. At a glance, their lines were simple and crisp, solemn and majestic.
The first mural east of the entrance depicted an apocalyptic scene.
The sky was dark, yin winds howled in fury, floods surged to the heavens, the earth overturned, volcanoes erupted, and trees withered.
The second showed the beginning of humanity. They seemed to be laboring bitterly, yet their bodies were so emaciated that they resembled walking skeletons.
The third was likewise a scene of labor, only in a different setting. It was by a river beneath blazing sunlight, with the land barren. Countless gaunt people, their clothes unable to cover their bodies, were strung together by thick iron chains.
Yet they were not criminals, but trackers.
The other ends of those chains stretched far away to a large ship in the river. Great waves rolled across the water and torrential rain poured down. The ship struggled forward, in danger of capsizing at any moment, while the people on shore desperately tried to keep it steady.
On the ship, several cultivators were breathing and cultivating. Yet after the spiritual energy entered their bodies, it merely made a circuit before gathering toward a vague, tower-like object in the distance.
"Those are the nine temples that belonged to the Divine Sect ten thousand years ago, gathering the power of incense offerings!" Lu Wenbin explained to Ye Tian, pointing at the tower-like structures.
Ye Tian nodded. He understood the meaning of the mural.
Under normal circumstances, if one traveled through harsh natural conditions such as wind and waves, cultivators could use magical