Suddenly, everything before his eyes vanished entirely.
In a trance, Fang Lin seemed to see a colossal mountain cloaked in mist, but it was merely a fleeting glimpse, so brief that he couldn't even discern its general outline.
Inside the stone cavern, Fang Lin abruptly snapped awake. He remained standing, his posture unchanged. The twelve murals around him appeared completely normal, and the elderly chieftain was still kneeling in reverence before the first mural.
It felt as though only a moment had passed.
Yet within that single moment, Fang Lin witnessed countless scenes of the past, gaining deeper insights in his heart.
"What I saw in the end—was that the Eternal Divine Mountain? Or perhaps Mountain Tu?" Fang Lin pondered inwardly. When his gaze returned to the twelve murals, a calmness had already settled in his heart.
Even though there were still several murals he couldn't comprehend for the time being, Fang Lin felt that the veil of mystery was not far from being lifted.
