The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

Chen Guan stood in front of a mural. These paintings were from a very early time, so early that they seemed to depict the lives of ordinary people before they became legends.

At the end of the stone steps was a circular hall.

The view suddenly opened up.

The hall was incredibly high, its dome hidden in darkness, its end nowhere in sight.

The ground is paved with black and white stone bricks, and in the center there is a dried-up circular pool.

The walls were completely covered with murals, each one large, and each one depicting the Lord of Nothingness.

However, the face of the Lord of Nothingness here is no longer blank, but covered with deep scratches carved by later generations with sharp tools, completely scraping away His face.

The scratches were crisscrossed and messy, lying on the stone wall.

Chen Guan approached one of the paintings.

In the painting, the Lord of Nothingness and the child stand on a mountaintop, with a burning city in the distance. The child is holding a book, and the Lord of Nothingness looks down at him.

His face was disfigured, so his identity could only be determined by his clothing and physique.

Chen Guan then moved on to the next painting.

The two sat by the river, the child washing his hands in the water, and the Lord of Nothingness sat beside him, holding a twig and writing something on the ground.

Next one.

The child grew taller, and he no longer always hid behind the Lord of Nothingness, but began to walk side by side with him.

They traversed ice fields, the seabed, and desolate mountains strewn with corpses.

Each one is very quiet.

There was no pilgrimage.

There was no war.

There is no throne.

Only two people kept moving forward.

Guan Jinyue stood beside the coffin, his gaze sweeping over the murals.

"This doesn't resemble a biography of a god."

Chen Guan looked up at the scratches on the wall.

"It's more like one person missing another."

Guan Jinyue didn't speak. She saw the last circle of murals, where there were more carvings.

The figure of the Lord of Nothingness fades further and further in the painting, while the figure of the child becomes clearer and clearer.

The second and last one.

The Lord of Nothingness stood before a door, behind which lay a vast expanse of emptiness.

The child stood behind Him, clutching His sleeves with both hands.

The Lord of Nothingness bowed his head, as if he were saying something to him.

The last one.

The Lord of Nothingness has vanished.

In front of the blank door, only the child, who had grown to half a height, remained kneeling on the ground.

He covered his face with his hands and bent over.

There was no one around, only the door was open, and there was nothing behind the door.

Chen Guan stood in front of the last mural for a long time without moving.

Baal finally won against the Black Room Bureau, and his voice rang out: "Kid."

"What's wrong?"

Barr's tone became serious.

"This is not a story about becoming a god."

Chen Guan looked at the boy in the mural and said, "I know."

"This is a story from when He was still a human being." Baal paused for a moment, his tone becoming suspicious. "But who is this child? I haven't seen him..."

Before he could finish speaking, a faint silver-blue light suddenly appeared on the dried-up circular pool in the center of the rotunda.

Chen Guan turned around abruptly, and the dust at the bottom of the circular pool dispersed on its own, revealing a line of ancient characters that had been buried for a long time.

Guan Jin took a half step closer, lowered his head to examine it, and asked in confusion, "What kind of writing is this?"

Even the indigenous academic geniuses don't know it, so Chen Guan, an outsider, is even less likely to understand it.

Chen Guan took out his phone, intending to take a picture of the text and then ask Su Yuehe, who was recently researching ancient scripts, about it.

And we can't forget that turtle either.

Although there is no signal here, taking photos is still not a problem.

Chen Guan pressed the shutter button, and the ancient characters on the phone screen were frozen in the center of the image.

The next moment, the screen went black.

The screen was completely black, but there were thin silver-blue lines crawling from the edges towards the center, like some kind of living pattern, gradually seeping into the body of the camera along the lens.

Chen Guan looked down at his phone, and Guan Jinyue also looked over.

"broken?"

"For now, it seems so."

Chen Guan turned the phone over; a thin layer of frost had formed on the metal casing on the back.

He didn't press the power button again, but simply tossed the phone into his storage ring.

That's it, my phone's turned into a brick, completely ruined.

After Chen Guan put his phone into his storage ring, the silver-blue ancient characters at the bottom of the circular pool did not disappear.

The gray-white dust was pushed aside by an invisible force and smoothly swept across the bottom of the pool.

The ancient characters, which were originally only half-exposed, gradually became complete, with silver-blue lines crawling out from the characters and spreading upwards along the dried-up pool wall.

The lingering cold mist at the corner of Chen's coffin began to flow towards the round pool.

Guan Jinyue took a half step back, and the silver light that had just appeared in his sleeve was suppressed by the surrounding rules.

Her gaze shifted from the circular pool to the murals surrounding it.

Those Void Lords whose faces had been slashed still stood on the wall, their robes falling, their postures quiet, but their faces, destroyed by sharp weapons, became particularly glaring in the eerie blue light.

Guan Jinyue whispered, "Things here are different from outside, be careful."

Chen Guan raised his right hand, the black mark on his palm was cold and hard, without any warmth. Only intermittent noise remained in his mind. It seemed that the unreliable Baal had gone offline again.

The silver-blue patterns on the circular pool wall climbed halfway up and stopped. All the light was directed towards the coffin, and it remained there quietly, which was quite eerie.

Chen Guan tried to approach the round pool from the side, with Guan Jinyue following half a step beside him.

The closer you are to the circular pool, the quieter the surrounding murals become.

The slashed faces seemed to lower their heads, watching all of this.

As Chen Guan stood by the pool, the ancient silver-blue characters came into view.

He still couldn't understand it.

But, the next moment.

Chen Guan saw the snowfield.

Snowflakes rolled past my ankles, leaving only gray and white in the world.

A child wearing a tattered cloak walked ahead, clutching a piece of clothing in his hand.

The hem of the garment belongs to the faceless, robed person.

The man in the long robe walked slowly, stopping every few steps to wait for him.

The child had a bag on his back that was bigger than his body, and the straps were digging into his shoulders, but he didn't let go.

At the edge of the snowfield, there was a row of dark tree shadows.

The child suddenly turned around; the face was blurry, and the features were indistinct.

But Chen Guan had a strange feeling that he was being watched.

They weren't looking at someone in the mural, but at him.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the wind and snow before him, locking onto Chen Guan, the outsider.

The stone bricks beneath Chen's coffin have completely disappeared.

He was completely unaware, standing in the snow, the chill creeping up his calves, while in the distance, the hem of a robe slipped from the child's palm.

The child opened his mouth.

Chen Guan didn't hear any sound, nor could he understand the lip movements.

He tried to take a step forward, wanting to get closer.

Just then, my wrist was suddenly grabbed, followed by a tremendous force.

Guan Jinyue pulled him back to her side with all her might.

The wind and snow suddenly disappeared, and the stone bricks reappeared underfoot.

The rotunda pressed back into view, and the eerie blue stone lamps, the dried-up circular pool, and the murals with their slashed faces all returned.

Chen Guan looked down at the ground, where the remaining footprints said it all: he had just been half a step away from the bottom of the circular pool.

Further ahead, he would step into the center of those silver and blue patterns.

The belated fear only surfaced at this moment.