The mural depicted a giant tower.
Around the tower were long, sturdy iron chains.
The tower was filled with an aura that seemed primeval, as though a prehistoric giant beast lay curled within.
And those iron chains were meant to trap the beast, preventing it from breaking the confines of its cage.
The iron chains gave off a feeling of coldness and rigidity.
Indomitable!
This was still the aura emanating from the painting.
In all likelihood, the actual object would be even more terrifying than this mural.
"Who painted this?" Xu Nian asked, turning towards the Bull Demon King.
"My ancestor left this behind. On his deathbed, he prophesied that whoever could decipher the secret of this painting would find the Token's whereabouts. Yet a thousand years have passed, and my forebears have all died without grasping its meaning," the Bull Demon King said, scratching his head.
Xu Nian nodded.
The Bull Demon King had brought him to this cave.
