I thrived in the primitive tribe

The group looked at the murals several times, their eyes darting across the cave walls, trying to glean more information from the blurry totems and symbols.

As their observations deepened, they gradually discovered that the content of these murals did not seem to be telling the history of a tribe as they had initially thought, but rather seemed to be scenes related to sacrificial activities.

“Look, don’t these patterns look a bit like a sacrificial dance?” Lu Yao pointed to a group of figures on the mural. Their movements were exaggerated and mysterious, as if they were performing some kind of ancient ritual.

Upon hearing this, Loya also began to examine the patterns carefully.

He nodded in agreement: "Indeed, the actions and postures of these figures do resemble those of someone making a plea for something. And look over there, those seem to be sacrificial implements and offerings."

Guided by Loya, Lu Yao and her companions were drawn to the other side of the mural.

There are depictions of strange tools and neatly arranged offerings, their appearances blurry but still recognizable by some features.

"These murals... could they be recording an ancient sacrificial ritual?" Lu Yao's voice was filled with shock and curiosity as her gaze swept across the murals, trying to take in every detail.

Loya was silent for a while, seemingly deep in thought.

He said slowly, "If I'm not mistaken, these murals may be telling a legend or story about a ritual."

This cave may have been one of the important sites for sacrificial activities in those days.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yao and her companions all nodded in agreement.

They realized that the cave might hold even more secrets and stories than they had initially imagined.

These murals may hold the key to unlocking these secrets.

So the group decided to continue studying the murals in more detail, hoping to find more clues about the cave and the ritual activities.

They sat around the murals, their torches illuminating the cave walls and their faces, filled with curiosity and anticipation.

As the research deepened, Lu Yao felt as if she were in that ancient and mysterious sacrificial scene, her thoughts drifting away with the murals before her.

She looked at the parched land before her, the cracked ground devoid of any life, as if it hadn't received the nourishment of rain for a very, very long time.

The surrounding trees had also lost their green color, leaving only bare branches, making the scene look particularly desolate.

The river has completely dried up, exposing the riverbed. The cracks are like scars on the earth, silently telling the story of its former abundance and present depletion.

Everywhere are fish and shrimp that have been scorched to death by the merciless sun. They used to swim freely in these waters, but now they have become silent witnesses to the dried-up river. Their bodies are curled up, their colors are dull, and they have lost their former vitality and luster.

These tiny lives, like fragments forgotten by time, lie quietly on the dry riverbed, silently protesting the harshness and ruthlessness of nature.

The surrounding environment was also unusually desolate, overgrown with weeds, but it had lost its former greenery and turned yellow and withered, which contrasted with the lifeless river and together created a heartbreaking apocalyptic scene.

"Is this... depicting a severe drought?" A strange sadness welled up in Lu Yao's heart. Her gaze swept across the mural, trying to find more clues about the disaster.

The parched land and withered trees seemed to be silently telling the story of people's suffering and despair.

Those who were performing the sacrifice had faces full of piety and expectation, praying for the gods' protection and hoping that the gods would grant them rain to save this land that was about to wither.

Lu Yao seemed to see the scene from that time.

Those people, dressed in rags and emaciated, knelt on the cracked earth, their hands clasped together, their eyes shining with supplication.

They placed their best prey on the altar, expressing their piety and hopes to the gods.

[How did this severe drought finally end?] Lu Yao's heart was filled with doubt and curiosity.

She continued to observe the murals, trying to find the answer.

It's unclear how long these people knelt and pleaded on this parched land; their figures appeared even smaller and more helpless under the scorching sun.

Their eyes were fixed on the sky, as if they were using all their strength to beg for divine mercy.

Finally, after endless waiting and anticipation, their piety seemed to have moved the high and mighty gods.

In the sky depicted on the mural, a mysterious and solemn figure gradually appeared.

His entire body was covered in brilliant golden light, like a divine messenger emerging from the sun, radiating a warm and powerful glow.

This light not only illuminated the dark cave walls, but also the corner of despair in people's hearts, bringing them unprecedented hope and courage.

The figure slowly spread its arms in the air, as if unleashing some kind of mysterious power.

As he moved, thick clouds began to gather in the sky, thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed; a long-awaited rain was about to fall.

People cheered and jumped for joy, their eyes glistening with tears of excitement. They knew this was a response from the gods, an affirmation and blessing of their devout faith.

Rain poured down, nourishing the parched land. The dried-up riverbeds began to come back to life, and the shrimp that had died from the sun seemed to be reborn in this baptism of life.

The barren land began to sprout green shoots, and the withered trees seemed to have regained their vitality.

[So... this great drought was ultimately saved by the gods? Does this mean that gods really exist in this world? If so, does that mean that the Beast God is real?] An indescribable feeling welled up in Lu Yao's heart.

Lu Yao took a deep breath, bringing her thoughts back to reality from that ancient and mysterious sacrificial scene.

She looked at her companions, whose faces were also filled with awe.

[It seems everyone sees the same thing as me,] Lu Yao thought to herself, a faint smile playing on her lips.

She said softly, "It's hard to imagine that these murals record such a moving story."

Loya nodded, his gaze still fixed on the mural.

"Can you determine when this happened?" Lu Yao asked Luo Ya in a low voice.

“I can’t tell from this, this cave seems to be…” Loya’s voice was hesitant, as if he was trying to find the right words to describe his feelings.

His gaze swept over the murals on the cave walls again, those ancient images seeming to possess a kind of magic, deeply attracting him.

“These murals feel like they’ve been here for a very, very long time. The stories they record seem to span a thousand years,” Loya continued, his tone filled with awe and wonder.

He had never seen such ancient and mysterious murals, nor had he ever heard of such a severe drought that had ever occurred on this continent.

He shook his head slightly, trying to search his memory for fragments of history about this continent. "I've never heard of such a drought that swept across the entire continent. The scenes depicted in these murals are like legendary disasters, it's unbelievable."

If these facts are true, then there is only one possibility: this drought may not have occurred on this continent.

"What do you mean?" Lu Yao asked, shocked.

"Shh!" Luo Ya suddenly shook his head at Lu Yao, signaling her to stop talking.

His gaze sharpened, as if he had sensed some potential danger.

Upon seeing this, Lu Yao immediately shut her mouth, a strange sense of tension welling up inside her.