The wall stretched for a thousand meters, its end nowhere in sight.
A mural covered the wall.
The mural depicted what seemed to be a great war.
Flesh and blood were mangled, corpse bones piled into mountains, and immortals stood suspended in the heavens. With a single sweep of the eye, one could spot the presence of several Great Emperors.
Above the Heavenly Dao, the Heavenly Dao Eyes seemed to open in the unseen.
They looked down upon the entire world.
Without examining it closely, Xu Zimo could already sense the grandeur and brutality of that magnificent war from a mere glance.
"What is this?" Xia Wanqing asked.
Xu Zimo did not answer. He gently brushed his hand across the mural, as though he could feel the joy, anger, sorrow, and delight of the people within it.
It was as if he had returned to that era when the flames of war had raged fiercely.
Suddenly, he slowly opened his eyes.
"Interesting. This world is truly vast."
They followed the mural all the way toward its end.
Along the way, the contents of the mural became increasingly spectacular.
The Heavenly Dao seemed to be enraged. Great Emperors fell from time to time, lightning flashed and thunder roared, as though the end of the world had come.
Yet in the firmament, no matter how furious the Heavenly Dao became, several figures remained standing, unfallen.
They faced the Heavenly Dao from afar.
The scene ended there.
Xu Zimo and Xia Wanqing had also reached the end of the mural.
The final scene of the mural showed a woman.
She wore seven-colored cloud robes, radiating a glazed brilliance that soared ten thousand zhang high.
Her figure collided with a torrent descending from the Heavenly Dao.
Just as Xia Wanqing was about to ask