The cheat system is useless, but I have the strongest living dad.

They retreated to the entrance of the passage and began to look at the scene in the painting again.

Feng Yu observed for a moment: "These two murals, look at the left one first, then the right one. They should depict a complete story."

They started looking from the left. The mural began with a valley with a path running through it. On both sides of the path, the grass was lush and the leaves were green and yellow.

The path winds and twists, leading to the village at the front of the valley.

The village is small, with a few scattered houses, all with black tiles and white paint, and each with a small fenced courtyard.

The house in the painting has its doors and windows closed, and there are no monks outside. There are some footprints on the ground, all leading in the same direction.

Judging from the content of the painting, the villagers must have gone to some place together.

Following the footprints in the painting, everyone saw a smooth path ahead, with several bloodworms crawling along it, their bodies arched, heading in the direction the footprints were going.

Looking further ahead, dozens of cultivators appeared, lined up in twos and threes, and entered a formation one by one.

Ten beams of light shot into the sky from the formation, arranged in a circle. The beams were yellow, green, blue, red, brown, cyan, purple, light blue, white, and dark red.

Looking at the bottom of the beam of light, there is a broken wine jar.

Huo Die: "It's the Ten Spirits Formation."

Some cultivators lay on the ground within the formation, their faces deathly pale. Some had no legs, only pools of blood.

Outside the formation, a large, dark red mist floated in mid-air, with two blood-red eyes above it.

Two blood-red eyes, with only the pupils shining black, stared at the array on the ground. In its eyes, there were also the array and the reflections of the cultivators within it.

Its two eyes are painted with extreme realism; at first glance, they seem as if they were carved out of their sockets and embedded into the painting.

Behind the fog was a mountain, and on the mountainside was a mansion. The cultivators looked closely and realized that this mansion was the tavern they had encountered before!

However, the number of wine jars displayed in the courtyard of the tavern was not as many as they had seen before.

The mural on the left ends here.

The content of the painting is quite obvious; it records the process by which evil cultivators use the Ten Spirits Array to absorb the spiritual essence of cultivators.

After looking at the murals on the left, they turned around and continued to look at the murals on the right.

On the right side of the mural, the first thing you see is a mountain behind a dark red fog, and the shape of the mountain connects perfectly.

Behind the mountains are more mountains, one peak after another, stretching as far as the eye can see, forming a mountain range.

Once outside the mountains, in mid-air, a cultivator dressed in black was exchanging blows with a cultivator dressed in gold robes; neither of the cultivators had painted faces.

Shen Yao glanced back at the dark red mist. The two eyes on the mist had turned around at some point and were staring straight at her, with her reflection in their eyes.

Shen Yao was startled, her body involuntarily twitched, and she took a slight step back, her hand being held by Feng Yu unconsciously tightening its grip.

Feng Yu noticed something was wrong, tightened her grip on Shen Yao's hand, and softly asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Yao clutched her chest, her voice trembling slightly: "Father... those eyes... turned around..."

Huo Diefengyu and Hu Yawu followed Shen Yao's gaze and saw that the blood-red eyes on the fog were indeed looking at them, and their reflections were in the pupils.

The fog-like mass stared at them for a moment, then turned its eyes away in front of them and continued to stare at the formation.

Feng Yu boldly approached the mural for a while and even touched it with her hand...

Shen Yao felt a chill run down her spine... Her husband... was he really this bold?

"Don't be afraid." Feng Yu came back and took her hand, saying, "It's a spiritual treasure in the painting. Those eyes were painted with special pigments and infused with spiritual power by the painter."

Shen Yao: "Is it a spiritual treasure? I still feel uneasy."

Huo Die, the all-powerful father, also comforted his daughter: "Don't be afraid, daughter. You continue to look at the painting. I'll keep an eye on these eyes."

With Huo Die watching over them, Shen Yaofeng and Hu Yawu felt very safe and continued to look at the painting.

Behind the scene of the black-robed and gold-robed monks fighting, there was a basin.

In the middle of the basin, there is a picture of an underground palace that has not yet been completed. Many cultivators are using magical treasures to build the underground palace.

Feng Yu observed the underground palace: "Judging from the structure, this is the underground palace we are in."

In front of the unfinished underground palace, there was a long line of monks transporting various items into the palace.

Among them were many monks, dragging long chains.

These chains must be the same chains that bound Blood Demon and Lan Jia in the underground palace.

Looking at the objects in the painting, Shen Yao asked, "It's strange, why don't they use storage space to transport items?"

Hu Yawu responded, "It is quite strange that all these things can be stored in a single storage ring."

This involves Feng Yu's professional knowledge.

Feng Yu explained, "Storage space only appeared three hundred years before the true god disappeared. Perhaps when this underground palace was built, there were no storage treasures."

"Look, their weapons are all worn on their bodies."

Shen Yao and Hu Yawu noticed while looking at the painting that many of the cultivators in the painting wore different types of weapons on their backs or waists.

Shen Yao guessed repeatedly, "So, this underground palace was built before the true god disappeared?"

"This underground palace was built specifically to imprison the Blood Demon."

"It seems that the mist in the formation is the incarnation of the Blood Demon."

"Could the golden-robed cultivator in the previous painting be a true god?"

"Was the one fighting him the true form of the Blood Demon?"

Feng Yu: "It's very likely."

Shen Yao: "But why not paint your face?"

Yeah, why not paint a face?

Surely it's not that the artist who can create such exquisite murals doesn't know how to paint faces?

The other cultivators in the painting all had faces drawn, and their facial expressions were lifelike, all with solemn expressions.

Feng Yu: "Let's take another look."

They continued following the procession, which originated at the True God Sect, the same sect they had seen before, with the cultivator carrying four coffins and a long line of disciples.

Further ahead, there was another mountain peak, and the plants on the mountain were the same as those on the back mountain of the Mingshan Sect.

The mural on the right ends here.

Feng Yu felt he had missed something, so he carefully looked forward from the beginning of the line and found a clue in the middle.

He pointed to a few sharp armor plates peeking out from between the cultivators in the group: "Is that the Xuanlan pangolin outside?"

He quickly compared it in his mind and said with certainty, "This is the Xuanlan pangolin outside."

The shape and texture of the spikes are exactly the same.

Shen Yao: "It must know the whole story. I'll go ask it."

Shen Yao was about to walk towards the entrance of the passage when she discovered that the entrance had been sealed off at some point, with only a golden-bronze door at the entrance.

They didn't notice the hidden door at the entrance when they came in.

It's unclear whether this hidden door closed automatically or was deliberately closed by Xuan Lan in his peak armor.

There's no going back to ask; we can only keep moving forward.