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Sang Yu firmly caught Sang Yu's slippery feet, turning her head to look at the top of the wall. The mural on the top of the wall was even more clearly visible. It was as if the mural was performing some sort of mysterious ritual, and everyone was kowtowing in one direction.

Many Wing Clan dressed people flew in the sky, their huge wings spread, as though they were gods. Many slaves, wild beasts, and scattered corpses were carved on the ground. The slaves and the surrounding wild beasts were all kowtowing in the same direction. The figures in the murals were beautifully carved, as if they had come back to life from the painting.

It was as if they were prostrating themselves towards the sky. Sang Yu looked at these people, and because the people in these frescoes all had gigantic wings that they used to fly in the air, Sang Yu could only guess that they were kneeling and kowtowing to the sky.

The light isn't very good here. Can you see what's in the sky?

Sang Yu could directly observe the murals in the darkness with his own eyes, but she would have to digest his mental energy this way, so she said: If I want to observe these indiscernible things with my eyes, I will exhaust my energy very quickly. Let's move on.

Good. Wu Ming nodded, he reached out his hand and held Sang Yu's hand in her own. Just as Wu Ming was holding onto Sang Yu's hand, he felt that Sang Yu's hand was extremely cold and soft and comfortable.

However, Sang Yu felt that Wu Ming's hands were powerful and hot.

After they had walked for a while, a long flight of stone steps appeared in the mural. The stone steps were broad at first, but then they turned into a thin line, and the stone steps rotated until they reached the sky.

Wu Ming said: "Look!" The spiral-shaped stone steps in the mural became smaller and smaller ? could it be that they represented the end of heaven? This is the Heaven Stairway? If there really was such a tall stone staircase standing on top of the Heaven Stairway, then it would be blown away by the wind.

People of the Wing Clan possessed strength comparable to demon beasts. They could already fly in the sky, so they were naturally not afraid of the strong winds. Sang Yu looked at Wu Ming as if he was an idiot.

What do you think this space is for? It didn't look like a tomb or a treasure trove. But there didn't seem to be any danger.

This place is indeed not like a grave, digging out a tomb and burying the dead is a habit of your Jian Ling people. In a desert like this, it was burial. He could only wait and see if there were any clues.

Sand burial?

Because the geographical environment and Jian Ling here were different, for example, in Jinling, they usually used the sea burial. This place with endless Sea of Sands was the most popular graveyard. The local people would wrap the dead body in cloth and throw it directly into the quicksand, where it would sink slowly into the sand. Therefore, the corpses here would not rot all year round. They could be naturally preserved for hundreds or even thousands of years.

Then I'll have to be careful. Wu Ming flatly said: If I accidentally fall into some quicksand pit, then it might be the place where these Sand Bandit buried their lives. Just thinking about it... Wu Ming's mind felt as if it had fallen into a pile of quicksand filled with dried corpses.

If you really fall into the quicksand pit, it would be a good thing if you could live to see the dead. Those who fell in would suffocate to death in the short span of a few dozen breaths. Even cultivators would not be able to endure for long.

Why?

Have you ever seen a beggar?

Wu Ming thought for a bit. Hearing Sang Yu's words, she felt a bit hungry.

If it was daytime, the temperature of the sand could directly heat people up. As Sang Yu said that, her gaze stopped at the murals on the Heaven Stairway. Around the small Heaven Stairway, many male Wing Clan cultivators who looked like nobles were holding onto many treasures, and looking up at the sky one by one. In the sky, a beautiful Wing Clan woman wore a crown on her head. This beautiful Wing Clan woman stood at the highest point of the Heaven Stairway.

She was so beautiful. Sang Yu couldn't help but exclaim as she looked at the portrait.

Look, there's more over there! Wu Ming used the weak flame to look at the top of the wall.

Behind the noble and beautiful Wing Clan woman on the Heaven Stairway were more than a dozen murals. These ten or so murals were different from the paintings of the noble and beautiful Wing Clan woman on the Heaven Stairway. The structure was very simple, and the contents of the paintings were also very obvious and easy to understand.

I feel like I can read them. Wu Ming raised his head and stared at the top of the wall. For some reason, he felt that these murals were very easy to understand.

The originally simple carving lines on the wall seemed to have come alive in Wu Ming's eyes.

The people of the Divine Great Land all knew an ancient legend. On this great land, there existed seven races: human, Merman, Savage Clan, Wing Clan, Ghost Clan, Wisdom Race, and God Clan. Wing Clan was also an ancient race on the Divine Great Land. They had always been pursuing the limits of their strength, and was a powerful race. Other than that, there were also many other races that had disappeared. Ghost Clan s, Wisdom Clan, and God Clan s seemed to have all disappeared from this ancient land.

However, the stories told in the paintings were different. In the ancient Divine Lands, there were two races that ruled the land together. One was their powerful Wing Clan, which made their race strong and prosperous. Their bodies were like steel, and they could cultivate by absorbing heaven and earth origin energy.

In the ancient Divine Great Land, another race was called God Clan. They were few in number, and their bodies were extremely weak, so they could not accept the energy of heaven and earth for cultivation. There were no Profound Practitioners here, but one could see that underneath the few people in the God Clan were devout believers.

A strange scene appeared, and the people who were originally standing on the mural began to move. Those originally stiff lines began to become flesh and blood. The scene of a war that turned into reality from a mural. Wu Ming felt that he was in a battlefield. Around him were all sorts of different races that were fighting.

Although Wu Ming couldn't completely recognize these races, some of their distinct characteristics were still clearly visible. For example, Merman, or Wing Clan. There were also a few who were above the many believers, and there were all sorts of races kneeling beneath them.

These frescoes looked like they were real images that appeared in front of Wu Ming's eyes, yet Wu Ming himself did not notice anything strange.

Thank you for your support, recently the work is on the right track, I feel that the train of thought deviated for a period of time. I will definitely work very hard. I hope that everyone can support me and I hope that everyone will leave a message.