Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 593 Historical Mural

After reaching the bottom of the steps in the passage, there is a long road that slopes upward. It is very damp inside, but fortunately there is no danger.

Water dripped from the top of the passage, making a crisp sound when it hit the ground.

Chu Zihang walked slowly, looking at the murals on both sides along the way.

These murals reminded Chu Zihang of what he saw in the Genji Heavy Industries Shinto Temple. They also recorded the history of dragons, but they were two different stories.

The murals of the Eight Clans of Sheqi tell the era of the White King, while the murals here tell the era after the creation of the eight kings.

Chu Tianjiao stayed in front of a mural for a long time. On it was a picture of a black emperor wielding a knife at himself, and the flowing blood turned into two outlines.

"The differentiation of the Son of God and the Holy Spirit?" Chu Zihang judged: "From one to three, according to the order of the murals, it should be the same period as the birth of the king."

"No, what is recorded here should be what Leviathan or Behemoth saw with their own eyes. The time node should be after the kings were created. I have another reason for this speculation. What is the significance of Nidhogg creating the eight kings?"

"Help him rule the world."

"That's what the academy textbook says. According to what you told me before, the Chronicles of the White King that you saw in the Eight Clans of Sheqi, I guess the reason is not that simple. After experiencing the White King's Rebellion, Nidhoggr will not easily hand over the management power to anyone again." Chu Tianjiao said.

Chu Zihang immediately understood what Chu Tianjiao meant: "Do you think the birth of the eight kings is an experiment to allow Nidhogg to determine whether he can separate the Son of God and the Holy Spirit?"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out."

"Then what's the meaning of the twins' existence..." Chu Zihang stopped asking himself, as he had already guessed the possibility.

Chu Tianjiao understood the reason for the sudden silence. The father and son were in sync in thinking about some issues, a tacit understanding that blood is thicker than water.

"Maybe it's also an experiment." Chu Tianjiao said: "According to Lu Mingfei, Nidhogg's death was caused by the Son of God borrowing the power of the Holy Spirit. This shows that a single Son of God or a single Holy Spirit is no match for Nidhogg."

"Just like the kings, the twins have dispersed their power and must devour to make up for the missing part." Chu Zihang took over Chu Tianjiao's words.

"Yes." Chu Tianjiao enjoyed the process of deciphering history.

"I haven't heard Lu Mingfei talk about these things." Chu Zihang said.

"In the final analysis, it's the Black Emperor's thoughts. Everyone is just guessing. It's hard to guess a person's thoughts, so how can a dragon's thoughts be easy?"

"Dad, there's something else behind your words." Chu Zihang had a blank expression.

Chu Tianjiao didn't think it was awkward at all. He patted Chu Zihang on the back and continued to look at the mural. "What's the hidden meaning in your words? You're just overthinking it."

Are you overthinking it?

Forget it, Chu Zihang no longer cares about it.

The story behind this mural confirms Chu Tianjiao's judgment that the time when the Son of God and the Holy Spirit were stripped away was after the eight kings were created.

The Son and the Holy Spirit even have some interactions with the kings, including scenes similar to a banquet.

It’s a feast for dragons, but the depiction is not very pleasant, with flames rising, winds raging, and the ground cracking.

"Fire represents bronze and the King of Fire, wind represents the sky and the King of Wind, and the cracks on the ground should refer to the King of Earth and the King of Mountains. They represent the displeasure of the three kings, and they have mobilized the elements they control." Chu Zihang reached out and touched the mural, "but I don't see any elements related to water in it."

"Is it saying that, apart from myself, other kings have great opinions about the Son of God and the Holy Spirit?" Chu Tianjiao thought.

Continue forward and you will see a thrilling mural with a blood-red background.

Chu Tianjiao leaned forward and sniffed, "It's not red paint, it's real blood. I don't know how long this mural has been there, but the bloodstains haven't dried yet."

In the picture, a half-human, half-dragon being was tied to a huge cross, and eight people in white robes stood in front of the cross.

There was a huge black dragon hovering in the sky, and blood was flowing along the cross to every corner.

The people who painted these murals had very good skills. The results are vivid and can make the viewers feel as if they were immersed in the tragedy of the scene.

This is an execution, a hovering black dragon kills the guy tied to the cross, and eight white-robed men are witnesses.

"Why is there something like a cross in the history of dragons?" Chu Tianjiao also had his doubts.

The bronze pillar is the iconic building of dragons. The White King was tied to the bronze pillar and executed. How come there is a cross here?

"It's not a cross." Chu Zihang pointed at the red color around the cross. "The red here is lighter than other places. If you don't think of this as blood, it looks more like... a tree."

"Tree? World Tree?" Chu Tianjiao immediately thought of this. Even the experienced CEO could not suppress his surprise. "Tied to the World Tree and executed."

Chu Zihang took out his camera and said, "These are all very valuable for research."

"The information and intelligence we obtained on this trip may be able to promote reforms in the college after we return," said Chu Tianjiao.

The college’s teaching materials and research are too superficial, and many of them are one-sided or even wrong.

The secret party’s thousands of years of hard work never really went into history.

……

"We are finally almost at the top of the mountain!" Lu Mingfei wiped the sweat from his forehead, "What are those three things? Coffins?"

The entire mountain top is like an open-air palace, made of pure gold, and the steps are also golden and dazzling.

The King of Ocean and Water doesn't seem to like bronze and is keen on gold.

At the end of the stairs, representing the highest point of power, there are three golden coffins placed horizontally.

"It's really big. This coffin can hold more than thirty people." Finkel thought.

Christina saw a figure swaying near the coffin. "Is that guy... Vincent von Ludwig?"

Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes and carefully identified: "Oh my god, it's true, this guy is not dead, how did he survive? And he can even run here."

The night was full of snakes, and it was no problem for them to kill Vincent von Ludwig one by one.

Lu Mingfei knew that this guy didn't have much ability. An old man like him couldn't compare to Principal Ange who was so boastful.

Could it be that the snakes don’t like to eat old food because they think it’s too dry?

"He knelt down." Finkel looked at Vincent von Ludwig as if he were a fool. "It's that skull again. I really don't understand why some people treat a skull as a treasure these days."

"It's faith." As a Russian, Christina doesn't like Germans, but when it comes to faith, her understanding can transcend all barriers. "It's just that his faith is a little special."

“Faith?” Lu Mingfei asked, “Has it reached this level?”

"She's right, faith." Finkel smiled and walked forward, "Girl, what is your faith, hammer and sickle?"

“Justice,” Christina said.