Li Luo felt she had been overthinking it.
It was just a carved painting. The creator could paint it however they wanted, and there was nothing wrong with adding a few personal ideas.
Besides, it was just an ordinary door. No one would care.
Maybe the creator had simply forgotten to paint Noah.
Immersed in depicting the apocalyptic scene, they had even forgotten the most important thing...
Li Luo shook her head. She really should not have spent so much time on this.
"We should keep moving..."
She had no idea what kind of scene awaited behind this door.
With that thought, she shoved the door open. The Ark in the Painting carved upon it split open down the middle, and the pitch-black crack widened and widened, as if it were about to swallow her whole.
Mo Ling's vision followed the split Ark in the Painting and seeped through to the other side of the door. Every light here had been extinguished. It was pitch-black, like falling into an empty ship's cabin.
The floor was made of cypress wood, but it was covered by a thin layer of soil. Thick moss tenaciously grew from that scant earth, its root systems piercing through the soil and embedding themselves in the cypress wood. The bluish-green moss leaves seemed to sway in the wind, yet there was no wind at all. Mo Ling had no idea how they remained so lively.
White Mycotic Dust drifted above the moss. It spiraled out with the airflow created by the opening door, settling outside. Some landed on the ground, while some clung to the visitor's clothes.
When the pitch-black little dog saw the incoming Mycotic Dust, it reacted as if facing a great enemy and quickly hid behind the door. Only after the airflow dispersed