With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 639 - 556: Cavern, Firebird, and Precious Coral!
Master Liaohai looked at Meng Chuan’s left hand, which had completely healed in such a short time.
He was slightly taken aback, and shook his head:
"No problem."
He cut off the bird beak and placed it in the small gourd at his waist.
Master Liaohai saw him holding a still-burning fire feather, searching near the wall.
Without understanding it, Master Liaohai didn’t interfere blindly.
He pulled out another bird feather and stood next to Meng Chuan to help light the way.
"What do you think this fire bird has to do with the giant we saw earlier?"
The rock platform was quite large, and Meng Chuan carefully searched the walls up and down.
When he heard Master Liaohai’s question, his eyes stayed close to the wall, replying casually:
"What kind of relationship? They live under the same roof; this place is so big."
"Huh? A bird and a giant, don’t they need any kind of separation?"
Meng Chuan swept the dust off the wall, thinking that the monk knew quite a lot...
"Do you know what a spiritual connection is? Besides, Celestial Demons are inherently abnormal, any kind of connection is possible..."
"... What Donor Meng said makes sense."
Meng Chuan didn’t say any more, holding the fire feather to search for wall paintings related to sacrifices.
Looking at this pair of "bird and human couple," indeed, it had a bit of the feeling of occupying someone else’s nest.
It was very similar to the situation back in desert 011.
He carefully searched along the wall, following it to the right corner.
Meng Chuan’s hand felt the wall, his expression brightened.
Bringing the bird feather closer, under the firelight, twisted dark red symbols emerged on the wall.
After wiping with his hand, he could feel the uneven texture.
What does the wall painting record?
Master Liaohai widened his eyes to look, then his brows furrowed together.
"Captain, can you understand this ghostly drawing?"
What are these things drawn...
Like dried bloodstains, dragged and splashed by an invisible hand.
Under the firelight, the lines occasionally twisted like human veins, casting trembling shadows on the uneven rock surface.
The deepest part vaguely showed a protrusion, surrounded by dozens of convulsed, human-shaped "S" carvings.
All limbs converged towards the center of the wall painting, yet seemed suddenly frozen.
Meng Chuan blew out metal spirit qi, carefully separating the wall painting from the rock surface.
Handling it gently, he laid it flat on the rock platform, both bald heads leaned together, looking down.
"..."
Meng Chuan used his imagination, still unable to make sense of it...
This is at least a hundred times more abstract than the previous painting of "crocodile man worshipping Great Brahman Heaven"...
Master Liaohai’s expression was like he had eaten a fly, indescribably uncomfortable.
"Donor Meng, do you think these things, circling like mosquito coils, could be sacrificial altars?"
Meng Chuan followed the pointer, trying to align with Master Liaohai’s guess.
A few seconds later, the more he looked, the more he felt what the other was saying seemed right...
"Is Master Liaohai an abstract artist?"
Master Liaohai was feeling smug but was confused by the sudden question:
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing, I have a foreign friend named Van Gogh, his aesthetics might be similar to yours..."
"..."
Meng Chuan followed this line of thought.
"Could the ’S’ shaped strips be kneeling worshippers?
They were aiding Chi Li the Great Demon in transforming faith into Divine Power.
Their status was akin to the crocodile men in desert 011, slaughtered by me."
Very likely!
Meng Chuan was invigorated, looking again at the upright line, pointing and asked:
"Master Liaohai, could this be Immortals and Buddhas whose power was stolen?"
Master Liaohai leaned in to see, blinking and nodding:
"Looks like it, this line is clearly longer than the others and is straight.
Its identity and status are evidently different from the S-shaped ones."
Then Master Liaohai furrowed his brows again, hesitantly saying:
"At the top of this line, there are several dots, perhaps it represents its power dissemination."
"I have an idea, it might not be power dissemination, anyone who turns a divine ritual into something like this knows nothing of Divine Power.
It’s possible it intends to express... that this Immortal or Buddha being sacrificed has a bright head? Those dots could mean reflection..."
"... and then?"
Meng Chuan slightly excitedly, whispered:
"A bright head fits your Buddhist Sect’s stereotype. Plus, there are numerous temples of several Arhats missing from the eighteen Arhats’ demonic taint incident, are they not?"
"... let’s talk about it after we leave, it’s uncertain."
Master Liaohai shook his head, according to Meng Chuan’s explanation, these are all just speculations.
Meng Chuan first stored this wall painting into his waist badge, glanced at the three walls yet to be examined, and said:
"Help me with the light, I’ll see if there’s anything missing."
"No problem."
After confirming no more omissions, the two returned by the original path.
This rock platform had no second exit.
Returning to the passage, after careful exploration perception, there were neither objects nor demons.
They stepped onto the path leading out of the crevice, back to the pathway amidst the lava pool.
Master Liaohai raised the heavy water shield, casually asking:
"Feels like this wall painting doesn’t have much use, no clues about Divine Temple’s location."
"We have a hound... no, we have Master Yuan.
Collecting more of these similar items, perhaps each has different meanings when linked together, could yield discoveries."
"Like a puzzle?"
Meng Chuan nodded.
Master Liaohai looked excited:
"Exactly, with our hound, if worse comes to worst, we can grab plenty of good stuff, raid those Great Demons."
"... No problem."
The two exited the cave, with magma like mice seeing a cat, gathered around.
Meng Chuan waved his arms with ease, swimming effortlessly, unaffected at all.
Master Liaohai was wrapped in heavy water into a large black sphere, following slowly behind him.
Seeing Meng Chuan not rise, he immediately understood his intention.
They submerged to the lava bottom, with scorching currents surging around them.
