Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1090 - 196_3

"Crunch..."

The tower door opened.

Only the token holder can enter; otherwise, a terrifying restriction will be triggered.

Yu Miaomiao was the first to walk in.

Her urgency represented her grasp of the insider information here.

The Yu Family obviously had a deeper understanding of this place, which wasn't surprising, considering their ancestors had worked here as teachers.

However, Yu Miaomiao previously said she could share the clues here.

Coming out from the black whirlpool water, and then after this long white path, Li Zhiyuan never brought up this matter with her.

Later, she pretended to sleep, partly because of this reason.

She didn't want to divulge; she would shirk if she could.

Li Zhiyuan also didn't want to ask, because the result of asking wouldn't necessarily be true, and even if she were willing to reveal the truth, it might not be "the truth."

If the Yu Family really mastered the correct secrets here, Yu Cangsheng wouldn't have fallen to this point.

Non-guaranteed information can be listened to at leisure, to see if any useful tidbits can be filtered out, but here at such a critical moment, there's no need to accept such misleading information.

But, why neither he nor Zhao Yi asked?

He has seen Yu Cangsheng, but Zhao Yi has not.

Li Zhiyuan glanced at Zhao Yi beside him with his peripheral vision.

The young man understood, because he himself hadn't asked, Zhao Yi felt there was no need to ask either.

He considers himself a ladder.

With a mountain peak ahead, climb high to see further.

He now indeed possessed Zhao Wuyang's legacy.

As Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi stepped through the tower door, it immediately closed, leaving the others outside.

The lighting on the first floor was somewhat dim, lit by long-lasting lamps.

Zhao Yi: "What kind of style is this? Outside, it's emerald and white jade, dazzlingly bright, but here in the innermost core, they actually lit lamps."

The first floor was quite empty, but there were murals on the surrounding walls.

Unlike the individually carved stone slabs on the white path earlier, these murals had obvious continuity.

Yu Miaomiao didn't pause here; she went straight up to the second floor.

A truly arrogant girl.

She must have already known the messages in these murals, but this isn't a race to climb stairs; who runs fastest doesn't win.

Even if it's information your parents told you, it should be verified.

As soon as Yu Miaomiao reached the second floor, a bell rang from the staircase entrance.

Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi were unfazed, as they were going up later anyway; now, they quickly scanned the murals along the wall.

The first mural depicted a scene of the Goddess ascending.

However, this depiction wasn't beautiful; rather, it was cruelly bloody.

Her blood flowed downwards, dripping from her toes, continuing to flow along the ground.

The trail of blood, especially the V-shape, reminded Li Zhiyuan of his map of Lijiang's tourist spots, which should be the first bend of the Yangtze River.

Thus, the message of this depiction is similar to that of Kuafu's pursuit of the sun, whose body transformed after death.

The Goddess's blood turning into a river, what about her shedding skin and other parts?

Observing the green sparkling flesh detached from the Goddess's body in the painting, could it be the emerald here?

Li Zhiyuan didn't believe in the Goddess's ascension.

But he understood that this first depiction was probably meant to explain the reason for this secret realm's formation.

The next few paintings held little significance, recording unknown figures arriving here, and traces of human construction gradually appearing.

Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi quickly skimmed over them because the structures depicted were different from what they had seen upon arrival.

Clearly, the current setup should have been finalized by someone later, making previous versions unnecessary.

This quick glance covered a third of the murals.

Finally, in one painting, staircases and the embryonic form of three stone gates appeared, with many laborers working among them.

From here, the style of the murals shifted, becoming more delicate and realistic.

Clearly, the artist was aware that the earlier depictions were mythological.

An academy was established here, attracting more and more people to study and interact, including receiving tributes from the nobility.

Following that was the academy's development history and the complete formalization of its architecture.

Another third passed, and the style changed once more.

Everyone here prostrated themselves in worship, while green river water poured in from above, filling and flooding the site completely.

No one struggled, no one resisted; though the figures weren't detailed enough to reveal facial expressions, a sense of excitement and yearning was perceptible from the collective portrayal.

The subsequent murals depicted archways, the white path, and this tall tower.

Then the interior of the tower, with doors and windows wide open from the second floor up, filled with people drinking, celebrating, and conversing freely on each floor.

At this point, Zhao Yi and Li Zhiyuan instinctively raised their eyelids, gazing upward.

Apparently, in this tower, not just the one who appeared earlier, there should be many others.

They certainly couldn't be so lively now... but they should still be here.

In the next painting, a crowd appeared in front of the tower.

The number was uncertain, depicted from a first-person perspective, standing among the crowd, looking toward the tower ahead.

Zhao Yi: "I thought there would be eight or nine people depicted; that would be interesting." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Li Zhiyuan shook his head: "Do you really think you're destined?"