Thinking like this, the turtles carried Zhang Ming to the bay to the east and swam in the direction of a huge karst cave.

This is a new and unknown territory, the swaying sea water rises and falls back and forth in the dusk sunset, wave after wave crashes against the turtle's back, Zhang Ming holds the turtle's neck in one hand, and the golden electric eel in the other.

Colourful corals dot the cave, and unknown fish weave between rocks and seaweed.

Glowing plants like glass dot the cave, illuminating the interior as if it were daylight.

What surprised Zhang Ming even more was that on the rock wall, murals were faintly displayed.

And......

Unknown text!

At the bottom of the sea, there are large areas of submerged houses.

"This is the trace left by the extinct indigenous civilization?" Zhang Ming had all kinds of speculations in his mind, and he used his "extraordinary vision" to look at these murals curiously.

"It's a pity that the ruins were destroyed by these sea creatures."

The dust of history is buried so thick that most of the traces are slowly aging.

Time is like an hourglass, calculating the order of dynasties, obliterating insignificant data, and when everything is reduced to dust, who can prove that we have ever been?

……

After about a quarter of an hour, the final destination arrived.

There is a cave in the cave, and there is even a small piece of dry land.

"Ahh The little white turtle screamed loudly, as if to say, this is our home!

Standing on the back of the oversized turtle, Zhang Ming's eyes widened and he saw the collapsed artificial buildings.

And......

A ...... What a strange turtle!

This turtle is not big, but it looks like a divine beast.

It is white all over, and the turtle's back is carved with mysterious and flexible complex patterns, dotted with black stars, like the sun, moon and stars.

"Ahh The little white turtle barked again, as if to say, this is my father.

Zhang Ming couldn't help but think of the mythical and legendary "Hetuluo Book". Legend has it that during the period of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, a turtle appeared on the shore of Luoshui, carrying the "Hetu Luoshu" for Fuxi to see, and Fuxi was inspired by the "Hetuluo Book" to create gossip: white divides yin and yang, the five elements belong to all things, the four elephants are trillion feng shui, and heaven and man get along.

Whether this big white turtle is a divine turtle or not, Zhang Ming doesn't know.

However, judging from its pedigree, it should be an immediate family member of the little white turtle.

"The little white turtles are so smart, this old white shouldn't be too stupid, and they can communicate."

Lao Bai also seemed a little shocked when he saw him and the big eel, his eyes narrowed into a line, and he carefully measured the weight of the big eel.

Then a few turtles were talking "ahhhh

After the old white turtle figured out the situation, he turned around and crawled into the ruined temple that was almost collapsing.

It seems to be the habitat of the turtle family, many turtles lie down here to rest, and there are "ahhh

A breath of primitive tribe greeted him.

When these turtles saw humans, they were all very curious, and they looked at him with their long necks.

It's just that because I'm not an acquaintance, and I'm timid, I didn't come over.

Along the way, Zhang Ming also saw a lot of turtle eggs, stacked on the side of the road, and there were turtles specializing in egg protection, looking at him vigilantly.

"It turns out that the turtle eggs are all here, so I said how I couldn't find any turtle eggs on the beach."

The protection of cubs is a major link for a race to enter the age of civilization.

If a race doesn't protect its cubs, how can it be organized?

If a species is a solitary wanderer without social interaction, how can we talk about language and writing?

Seeing that the turtles had formed a system of "protecting their cubs", Zhang Ming could only temporarily suppress his desire to eat eggs and move forward together.

The front room was resplendent with gold, and a small part of it had collapsed, and even though all kinds of bryophytes crawled all over the walls, the wonderful decoration of all kinds of gold and silver still showed that this place was once prosperous.

The walls are carved with vivid images, as if you can hear the reverberating songs of history.

Zhang Ming cautiously entered the hall, pondering the paintings left behind by the aborigines.

This intelligent species with horns on their heads has not developed technology, and they still practice the ancient way of life, living at sunrise and living day by day. Since their appearance resembled humans, Zhang Mingxia casually took a name and named it "Yanjiao People".

The "Flame Horn Man" and the turtle seem to have a symbiotic relationship.

They had met a long, long time ago.

One of the turtles is even more outrageous!

The background of the entire mural depicts only a small outline: the entire kingdom of the "Flamehorn People" is built on the back of this turtle!

"The island under my feet is a dead turtle? How big does this have to be? ”

Zhang Ming was shocked, and even had a sense of absurdity in his heart.

Is a mountain the size? What is the size of a county?

Or is it the size of a province?

How big is a country?

The mural with a hint of art can't restore the real history, but anyway, the giant turtle is a little bigger than he imagined.

It is like the description in Indian mythology: at the bottom of the world is a huge turtle with four elephants standing on its back, and on the back of the elephant is carrying a strange circular world, which is the world where humans live.

"I don't know if the description on the mural is real or a religious story, you can believe some of it, but you can't trust it all."

He swallowed and patiently continued to observe.

The frescoes are a complete record of the living habits of this civilization, all kinds of strange customs and rituals, from farming, to pottery, from carpenters to blacksmiths, they developed a glorious civilization.

Their race has grown stronger, and various flying tribesmen have conquered several super-beasts.

"Does this race also have superpowers?"

Zhang Ming pondered a little confusedly, because there were many missing parts of the mural, and it was full of artistic atmosphere, he was not sure if his guess was correct.

After all, this kind of thing is not too much for archaeologists to research for ten or eight years and publish a hundred papers.

He was a science student who was entangled here for a long time, and he couldn't figure out what the meaning of those bottles and jars and all kinds of strange rituals was.

However, at the end of the mural, the giant turtle actually died!!

Its corpse began to decompose, mushroom-like colonies growing endlessly within it.

The engraver of the mural carved the last image with grief and indignation: the endless rain, the endless clouds, the whole world is only black and white, the Yanjiao people ushered in the end of the world, and the mushrooms of the sky grew from the corpses, exuding magical magic like flowers on the other side......