The surrounding space was shattering, and Xu Xuan had only an instant to examine the murals, whose artistic style was distinctly different from that of the Human Race.
Yet even with that fleeting glance, he still understood a great deal.
The oldest murals seemed to depict an ancient battlefield.
It was a battlefield terrifying beyond belief. In the murals those beings had created, Xu Xuan could clearly sense their terror and despair.
During that horrifying war, a fragment of space had flown out of the battlefield and descended upon the Nine Provinces Continent.
Then countless human experts had appeared, and another horrifying war had erupted between them and the surviving outsiders.
The scale of this war had clearly dropped considerably. Experts who could destroy heaven and earth with a mere gesture seemed to have vanished entirely.
But war was still war. Even though the level of power had fallen, its cruelty and bloodshed had only increased.
Countless human forebears had died gruesome deaths in this war, including countless predecessors of the Shangguan Family.
Yet in the end, the Shangguan Family had sided with humanity's enemies, becoming traitors hidden within the Human Race.
The war had gradually subsided, and with the Shangguan Family's help, these visitors from beyond the heavens had reluctantly settled here.
The environment here seemed nothing short of a disaster for them, exceptionally harsh.
But afterward, they had suddenly discovered that humans, who were likewise highly intelligent beings, actually made excellent food.
Only then had their lives become much happier.
"Damn humans!"
"Our people will surely come to take us home!"
"The Soul Clan and the Blood Clan must wipe out the Human Race!"
With only an instant to spare, Xu Xuan skimmed hurriedly through them and looked straight at the end-the mural that was clearly the newest.