The frescoes are the oldest part of these monuments, and they often record some very important information. In front of Ai Xiang, in this ruins, Ai Xiang saw many murals. These murals are depicted with big and small things. The protagonist of these murals is a fish-man with a fish head, a lower body, and feet. Among the many murals, the most conspicuous is the nine murals in front of Ai Xiang. These frescoes are the largest of the many murals in which they reside. Both the position and the size of these frescoes have established the status of these nine frescoes.

Standing in front of the murals, Ai Xiang slowly looked at the nine murals in front of him.

The first mural depicts the birth of the Fish-People, with a fish standing on the ocean, and on the opposite side of the fish is a continent, and the whole continent is enveloped by a pair of huge eyes, a pair of eyes shrouded in darkness. The fish fell to its knees, as if praying for something.

The second mural depicts the fish-people stepping on the ground, under the promise of those eyes. The first batch of fish stepped onto the ground. They began to live on the land. Similarly, the fish loses its tail and becomes a pair of legs. Along the riverside, the life of the fish-people is very beautiful.

The third mural records the trials faced by the Fish-People. The fish-people, who were living peacefully, encountered other creatures, which were small, strange-looking creatures. Under the attack of these creatures, the fish-people suddenly fell into a desperate situation. The whole tribe suddenly fell from a good life to an existential situation, and at this time, the original fish-man began to pray again.

The fourth mural depicts the fish-man praying for the king again. At the prayer of the fish-people, the king came out again, facing this crisis. The original fish-man prayed to the king to help him. The mural is very realistic, and Ai Xiang can clearly feel the pain of the original fishman.

The fifth mural depicts the survival of the Fish-Men with the help of the king, but the original leafy population has suddenly become scarce.

The sixth mural depicts the beginning of the expanding image of the Fish-Men clan

The seventh mural depicts the various enemies that the fish-people encountered along the way, and all of them were victorious with the help of the king.

The Eighth Blessing mural depicts the growing ambition of the fish-man clan and the power they gradually desire. And after the original fish-people died, the remaining fish-people finally exposed their ambitions.

In the ninth mural, the fish-people peep into the king's power and begin to challenge him. And the end result is naturally very obvious. Even if he conquered many races and obtained many powerful treasures, the leader of the Fish-Man Clan still did not escape.

The tenth picture is blank and nothing is engraved, but the ending is still very obvious. The fish-men finally perished. Only now these remnants of buildings still vaguely bear witness to the former glory of the Fish-People. If it was the first time Ai Xiang had seen this kind of mural, maybe Ai Xiang wouldn't have cared. Just like when Ai wanted to see a similar mural for the first time. But now Ai Xiang doesn't think like that anymore.

In the ancient ruins of the little people, Ai Xiang had seen similar murals. Compared to here, the murals there do not depict kings like the fish-people. It's a big tree, a big tree. In the mural paintings of the Lilliputies, this tree is called a sage, a sage who brings peace to the entire continent. This is not the same situation as the Fish-People. The only difference is that the glorious past of the Lilliputians is gone because the sages are gone. The sages who brought peace to the entire continent are gone. These races, who had been living under the wings of the sages, fell into a catastrophe all of a sudden. The future is completely bleak. Because it has always been the sages and sages who have set the direction for the future, and now that there are no sages, people don't know what to do. In the face of a sudden crisis, many races were wiped out in an instant, and entire races can only exist in the pages of history, or in the murals of other races. And the subhuman race at that time is now the small human race, which chose to fight at that time and survived by luck. It was a time of endless darkness, and death was like eating. The flames of war were like a flame, starting from the time in the forest, burning rapidly, until the last moment formed a battle that swept across the continent. Countless races from beginning to end don't know why they're fighting. I only know that only by choosing to fight can I really survive.

Life only feels lucky when it survives. Recycling, everything seems to be back to square one. Some are gone, others are still where they are.

What is gone is called history, and what is alive is called life.

Two different murals, but each with a unique character, of course, the most important thing is that these murals are faintly put together in a picture at the end. A map that can be connected together, Ai wonders how many of these maps there are, and where these maps end up leading. However, it is not difficult to guess that all this has to do with the presence of key figures on the fresco, whether it is the king or the sage. It is all related to the secret of the Dark Continent, or the existence of a mysterious black hand hidden in this area.

"Whew, what do I want to do so much. Either way, these things are none of their business. Exhaled, and instantly Ai Xiang felt a very funny feeling. You must know that no matter where this map leads, no matter who the so-called sages of this so-called king is, it has nothing to do with Ai Xiang in the end. The only thing Ai Xiang knows is that Ai wants to work hard to become stronger, and work hard to see more and more scenery. Only by becoming stronger can you live your life without being entangled in other things.

After figuring this out, Ai Xiang's mood was undoubtedly much more relaxed. After all, thinking about these things is also a very nerve-wracking thing for Ai Xiang. In this ruins, there are not many things that Ai wants to care about. After searching around, Ai Xiang did not find the source of the mysterious flute, nor did he find the trace of the giant slime, as if everything had disappeared without a trace. Only the traces of the craters on the ground seemed to prove something.