The black sphere kept spinning, countless meteorites stood out from the Milky Way, fell towards it, and then burned violently, my heart was filled with happiness, in this oppressive and strange burial chamber, I could actually see meteor showers.

The mural stopped at this point, and then turned into a piece of golden water, flowing in all directions, like a raccoon stream.

The second mural began to surge, and it was pitch black all around, as if it were packed in a box, and in the darkness, a man in an animal robe emitted a white light, and he held a knife in his hand, and my brain exploded with a bang, and I stumbled a few steps and almost fainted on the ground.

That knife is pitch black all over, and it's clearly my black gold ancient knife!

The beast-robed man held the knife and slashed a piece of space hard, he couldn't see where he was split, but he could feel that he was very hard, he swung the knife in the dark again and again, slowly, the endless darkness was split by him out of a gap-like light, he suddenly turned his head and smiled, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could feel his happiness, like a newborn baby, laughed carefree, he waved the black gold ancient knife in his hand again, and the darkness around him melted in an instant.

The darkness turned white, and even the beast-robed man blended into the white, and in the white, countless red lights poured from all around, slowly forming a round bead, at first I thought it was fire, but those red lights gathered more and more, and slowly turned into the appearance of a sun, and I stood in the tomb, and I could even feel the heat emanating from the sun.

At this point, the second painting stopped, and like the first painting, slowly disappeared, flowing in all directions, merging into the stream composed of the first painting, and the stream became much wider.

The third painting began to stir violently, and my heart thumped with it, because I had already seen this painting, and it was at the top of the moving chamber when I first went down to the tomb, but the painting of the moving chamber was still, and this one was moving.

The picture shows the man in the beast robe, he is standing on the top of the mountain with a red ball, to be exact, it should be under the cliff of a high mountain, and countless people are kneeling down to him under the mountain, and there is a river in the distance, flowing like blood, as if flowing into someone's blood.

I heard countless people cheering, shouting, they worshiped their king again, the ball in the hand of the man in the beast robe became brighter and brighter, and the cheers became higher and higher, the ball I knew, it was the fire I had seen on the top of the mountain, but the fire was broken, and the fire in his hand was indeed the most primitive fire.

The man in the beast robe suddenly threw the fire in his hand down the mountain, and the people under the mountain began to quickly crowd in the direction where the fire fell, and the crowding turned into trampling, and the trampling turned into a brawl, and the brawl slowly evolved into a group fight, and people began to fight together, and you could hear people constantly wailing, scolding, and women's crying, and men's laments, and the crowded crowd was constantly trampling on the broken scenes, and the scenes were wars.

The beast-robed man had been standing on the hill, not moving, the wind seemed to be blowing his hair, his face was full of tears, and I suddenly felt a pain in my heart, as if I had been torn apart.

The war continued, countless people slowly became a minority, and a few people became countless people, but the war never stopped, and finally, in the midst of a large war, a force, or a group of people, appeared, they trampled on the scenes of war, and turned these scenes into fertile land, houses and armies, this force is getting bigger and bigger, there are fewer and fewer wars, and a person is slowly dispersed from this force, and he holds a rope in his hand, and that rope is like a ribbon, sweeping every war, After all, all the wars have turned into spring flowers, and the world is peaceful.

The beast-robed man finally laughed, his laughter flowed from tears, he shook his head, and walked into the depths of the picture, fading away.

The third painting ends here, and the spark disappears in the fragment of the war, without result, and the picture turns into a stream of water that converges in all directions.

The fourth painting begins to unfold, this time the scene is much more prosaic than the previous ones, with smoke everywhere, animals drinking by the river, humans chasing in the grassland, and birds chirping in the mountains and forests.

The man with the rope in his hand stood in the middle of the wilderness, and behind him were groups of armies as far as the eye could see, and tall houses in which children frolicked, women cooked, and cows and horses ploughed the fields.

His figure was very lonely, as if he was looking for something, and the army behind him also began to operate, constantly going back and forth in the picture, as if he was also looking for something, and finally, the blood-red bead appeared, and the army began to turmoil, several groups of troops fought, and then the victorious side took the bead, and when they moved in a certain direction in the picture, another group of troops came around them, and they snatched the beads, and this kind of small wave battle kept happening in the picture, more and more, and more and more people diedIt is always the pearl that the victor gets the tinder, and the victor finally goes to the man holding the rope, and the leader of the victor bows at the man's feet and offers the bead with both hands.

The picture becomes peaceful again, there is no strife, and houses continue to rise in the wilderness, slowly evolving into large villages, and countless villages are also constantly developing, slowly merging together.

Houses are no longer houses, but palaces, large areas of trees have been cut down, people come and go through the palace, and the streets are bustling with people, clearly a mature society.

There are more and more palaces, and more and more leaders live in the palaces, slowly, the land begins to run out, the trees no longer exist in the picture, and the countless palaces are slowly decreasing, what is happening, I can't see, but there should be disputes, or they have been annexed by some leaders.

Eventually, the palace became nine, and eight golden palaces surrounded a black palace.

The fourth painting stops at this point, and transforms into a stream of water, merging into the melted current, which is like a branch of a stream, slowly converging into a great river that flows around the remaining four spots.

The fifth picture slowly unfolded, and my body began to tremble violently, and I felt myself surrounded by a terrifying and eerie atmosphere, and instinctively retreated until I was leaning against the wall of the tomb.

There were still nine palaces, but outside the palace there were flames erupting like fireworks.

Huge numbers of people poured into the city, the small villages were destroyed in the flames, the walls of the city began to crumble, and the outcasts surrounded countless cities, desperately trying to get into them.

The army began to operate, the soldiers held cold weapons, expelled the people outside the city, the generals continued to hunt and kill the people in the city, the city began to become chaotic, there were large numbers of houses in the city collapsed, and gradually the surrounding of the picture began to turn black, black swallowed the fields, rivers, mountains little by little, black became more and more black, and slowly turned red, red like ink poured on the picture scroll, overwhelming.