In the center of the scroll were two suns, one black and one white, while the surroundings depicted parched, scorched earth, a slanted sky, mountain ranges that had been cut off and melted, and stars tumbling down from the high heavens in clusters.
Countless mortals sprinkled the scene, some with faces twisted in agony, transformed into torches. Others, distorted in form, had been tainted and mutated into unhuman shapes.
"This is... the scene from the great battle between the Golden Crow and the extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon thousands of years ago," Su Heng realized.
"Correct," Qin Shunying nodded slightly, her gaze resting on the painting as well.
At the center of the scroll.
The white sun represented the Golden Crow, while the other black sun surely symbolized the extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon that had destroyed the entirety of Yuanxi, turning it into a desolate wasteland. Su Heng crossed his arms in front of him, furrowing his brows, "I have always had a question."
