In the inheritance building, the endless chaotic light began to surge. On the thirty-three murals, the Transformation Dao continuously rose, exuding a mysterious and unpredictable might.
Jiang Shu sat cross-legged before the mural, his fingers forming symbols in the void, as shadows flickered mysteriously in his pitch-black eyes, shining with divine radiance.
The Dao carved in the mural seemed to materialize, its light reflecting on his face, intertwining into flickering shadows.
As time passed, his understanding of the Dao deepened, and a clarity gradually emerged in his mind.
His posture was serene like a meditating monk, steady and motionless, surrounded by a profound and unfathomable aura, as immovable as a mountain.
Immersed in comprehension, his mind began to merge with the mural.
Just as his fingers were about to continue pausing over the void, a faint ripple arose deep in his heart, pulling him out from his state of enlightened trance.
Vaguely, he sensed something.
