"If my guess is right, this man should be the progenitor of the Giant Spirit Race." As Xu Yan studied the middle-aged male cultivator in the vermilion-and-teal Daoist robe, a thoughtful gleam flashed through his eyes.
What struck him as strange, however, was that the imposing middle-aged cultivator in the picture held an enormous head in his right hand.
The massive head resembled that of the Human Race, but several twisted, blue-black markings on its forehead lent it an eerie, demonic air.
At this sight, Xu Yan's gaze sharpened, and a bold conjecture rose in his mind.
Such an enormous head... could it belong to the Ancient Demon Race?
An ordinary Human Race cultivator could never have a head that large, not even a Body Cultivator. Most likely, it belonged to an Ancient Demon Race.
According to Kong Xuan's memories, the Giant Spirit Race was a subordinate race of the Ancient Demon Race and had evolved from them. Judging by this picture, there were secrets between the two races that no one knew.
Interest appeared on Xu Yan's face. The Ancient Demon Abyss had formed from the Ancient Demon Race's ancestral lands. The more he learned about their secrets, the better it would be for his cultivation within the abyss.
He did not believe the images on either side of the cave had been carved at random, for this was the Giant Spirit Race's true secret sanctuary. That also meant the events recorded in those images should have been real.
The progenitor of the Giant Spirit Race once killed an Ancient Demon Race cultivator!
Still puzzled, Xu Yan continued examining the images farther down.
One enormous portrait after another entered his view. Almost all depicted Giant Spirit Race cultivators, recording important events in their lives.
The cave wound downward. Xu