"Middle Ancient World? It seems this is the Middle Ancient World before the incident occurred!" Li Qingming frowned as he closely examined the endless mountain ranges depicted in the scroll, continuing to probe further.
In the next painting, the Heavenly Vault suddenly split open with a huge gap, from which a crystal-clear, jade-like giant hand emerged and snatched away Cain.
The scene shifted to an ancient temple. A figure in a white robe, with an illusory face, stood in front of the temple gates. Cain was obsequiously kneeling beside the white-robed figure, seemingly pleading something.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a golden palm appeared out of nowhere, directly crushing Cain's memory scroll, and then the palm turned, smashing a part of Li Qingming's Power of Primordial Spirit, forcibly extracting his Deep Thought from Cain's Primordial Spirit Space, even from the Primordial Spirit Sea.
