The ice wall was still the same, but in Fang Zhengzhi’s eyes, he had already begun to treat the white dots as the constellations in the Illustration of All Creation.
He began to link up the messy techniques like they were constellations.
Then..
What was in front of him was a gigantic painting!
Was he right?
.
Fang Zhengzhi did not know, neither did he want to know. A thousand people can interpret one thing a thousand ways, why must there be a right way? All he needed to know was his own interpretation.
As such, Fang Zhengzhi began to join the dots based on his own hypothesis.
Slowly, a picture began to form.
It did look like a battlefield, which was what Yan Xiu said, but...
It looked like it was following one person.
