On the wall, there were numerous ancient paintings.
Some depicted starry skies, others showed towering mountains and flowing rivers, and yet others portrayed birds and beasts...
The content of these paintings was vividly realistic, with lines that were extremely smooth and natural, giving an impression of seamless integration. It was as if the stars in the paintings were spinning, mountains and rivers flowing, and birds and beasts running...
Yu Zhiming, Gu Hongwen, and Jin Liangpeng's expressions grew increasingly grim as they hesitated over whether to disrupt Ye Chenfeng's current state, unsure only because of Qin Zhou's presence.
Ye Chenfeng's gaze was fixed intently on the ancient paintings on the wall, his mind seemingly merging with them as he indulged in their mysteries. The three seas of consciousness between his brows churned continuously.
Suddenly.
