Most of the Flame-Horned People rushed into the Mushroom Cluster in a deranged frenzy, becoming masses of cold flesh and blood that nourished the wildly growing mushrooms.
Only a small number of the Flame-Horned People boarded great ships, bidding farewell to their homeland and fleeing out to sea.
No one knew what ultimately became of them...
After all, these stories came from an age so distant that no one knew how long ago it had been.
Zhang Ming drew a deep breath. The chilling images and their fatal conclusion made his hair stand on end.
He even discovered a body at the edge of the mural. Its artist had depicted the final chapter of the story knowing that death was certain. The sea turtles had not disturbed his remains, which had survived to the present day.
By now, he was nothing but a skeleton, remarkably similar to a human's. Zhang Ming judged that this Flame-Horned man had stood about 1.7 meters tall. The only difference was the pair of oxlike horns on his skull.
Why did these turtles bring me here?
Even if that gigantic turtle was their ancestor, there was no point in bringing me here...
They can't even beat the Golden Electric Eel now. There's no way they could ever regain their former glory.
The gap between one person and another could be greater than that between a person and a dog; the gap between one turtle and another... might be greater than that between heaven and earth.
Old White Turtle nudged his head forward, signaling for Zhang Ming to keep going instead of dawdling here.
Farther inside was a strange place resembling an altar, with an extraordinarily exquisite table. The round, lotus-shaped table seemed to have been fashioned from jade, gold, and various gemstones, and was engraved