If you look closely, you can see, is that some kind of feather?
His steps did not pause at all, continuing forward.
The paintings on the walls, the eras continuously advancing, narrating the development of humanity. The background changes persistently, from slash-and-burn farming, to huts and fields, and then to ancient cities. The clothing and weapons also continuously evolve. But the only constant is that all-encompassing dark shadow!
It is like a nightmare, accompanying human life, accompanying human development. Regardless of how the scenes change, how civilizations advance, it always exists. Bai Xiao's steady footsteps suddenly stopped. He stood before the last mural, raised his head, eyes slightly contracted.
The full form of that dark shadow was depicted.
