章節 1187: Victory in Terms of the Soul

The last picture was incredibly complicated. It was also slightly crude, as if the carver's heart was not in a state of calm at that time, but they had still insisted on carving the picture to record something.

In that carving was a tall platform. There was an old man on it, and he had his arms raised. Floating above him was the hall, and beneath him were countless members of his tribe kneeling and worshiping him. There was excitement and hope on their faces.

However, if Su Ming looked at this scene from another point of view, then the excitement might not be what it looked like, but fear. Similarly, the hope might not be hope, but despair and sadness.

That was all to the picture.

The last crude carving was completely different from the other pictures. It was as if this story said nothing in the end.

Su Ming was silent. When he turned around, he looked at the area where he stood earlier, but he still did not see the old figure behind him watching him silently.