In the deep sea, within the domain of the Fire Tribe, there stood a large room still filled with bones left from hundreds of years ago.
Shen Zhou was holding Xue Lixue as they stood in front of that ancient painting.
The painting depicted continuously stretching mountains, embellished and rendered in classical China style, exuding an ancient charm with a profound artistic conception.
It inevitably drew anyone who looked at it deeply into its world.
In the middle of the mountains, there was even a dense jungle.
However, the jungle had completely withered, leaving only dead branches and no leaves at all.
Seeing this scene, Xue Lixue felt somewhat puzzled.
"Shen Zhou, didn't you say that this Fire Tribe represents some sort of prehistoric civilization? It predates even ancient civilizations, but why would they have this painting hanging here, and…"
"It has the flavor of our civilization's ancient times."
