The story on the murals was like a key, unlocking a truth sealed away for a thousand years.
Lin Shisan began with the first mural, looking through them one by one. The more he saw, the faster his heart beat.
The first mural.
Heaven and earth had just opened, and chaos had yet to divide.
An enormous cauldron descended from the heavens, subduing all directions, battling the Nine Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms with one person's strength.
Atop the enormous cauldron sat a white-haired youth, his legs crossed.
The white-haired youth held a horsetail whisk and chanted scriptures. Golden light bathed the earth, and runes flickered, spreading blessings in every direction.
Lin Shisan recognized that cauldron. It was the Little Black Cauldron in his possession-or rather, the two were extremely similar, so similar they were identical.
"This..."
Lin Shisan's pupils abruptly contracted. His entire body froze on the spot, as though struck by divine lightning from the nine heavens.
Lin Shisan seemed to recognize the white-haired youth as well.
The white-haired youth's face, his brows and eyes, his expression-he bore a seventy-percent resemblance to him.
No, not seventy percent. Ninety percent. They looked almost exactly alike.
An explosion went off in Lin Shisan's mind, leaving him dizzy. What was going on? This was too shocking.
His hands trembled, his breathing quickened, and cold sweat streamed down his back.
Who was this white-haired youth?
Why did he look like me?
Did I look like him, or did he look like me?
There was no answer, no response, only this white-haired youth who looked so much like him, gazing at him.
Following the mural, he saw a clear line of small characters carved beside it. The strokes were ancient and vigorous, as though they had crossed countless ages of time and space.