Hearing Lu Wuming say this, Liu Buli immediately became interested.
Because the upper body of the monster that had swallowed them earlier was on the ground, and its lower body was still buried in the earth, their exit from its belly had created a hole. The consequence was that they walked deeper and deeper, now having entered a cavern-like location.
Although Liu Buli wasn't particularly skilled at searching for things, he had a decent sense of direction. So, when Lu Wuming's spiritual energy illuminated the path ahead, and Liu Buli saw the vast, cave-like space, he wasn't particularly surprised.
Lu Wuming speaking again proved that his spiritual energy had scanned the surroundings, confirming the absence of any other immediate dangers.
Having lived together for so long, they possessed a sufficient basic level of understanding.
Knowing this, Liu Buli felt much more at ease. He proactively walked forward, using the spiritual light to examine the walls. With just one glance, he understood what Lu Wuming had meant.
The walls were covered with various patterns that, when pieced together, formed a massive mural.
Much like every primitive tribe, they had depicted their history in murals carved onto the surrounding walls.
Liu Buli briefly scanned the content and drew a conclusion.
The owner of these paintings was a race that deeply revered a deity. However, the deity they worshipped was depicted strangely. Liu Buli had never seen a deity with such an appearance, so he couldn't discern its identity.
He mentally noted the deity's appearance, intending to ask You Siqi about it thoroughly once they were out. After all, he was the most knowledgeable about such matters, and inquiring with him would surely resolve any doubts.
Liu Buli's thoughts were clear. He looked at the mural's content again. Honestly, there was nothing that particularly held his attention.
It was a simple narrative: the sincerity of humans moved the deity, and then the deity appeared in the land where this group lived. The deity's divine power caused crops to grow more abundantly, bestowing blessings upon everything around them.
Furthermore, the deity led this race in attacking other surrounding tribes. Protected by the deity, the people of this race fought with great effort. They overcame all obstacles and were invincible. Soon, they had cleared a vast area around them.
The deity collected the souls and resentments of the vanquished tribes, forging them into these colossal stone monsters. These stone monsters remained around the tribe, seemingly protecting them, or perhaps like towering stone walls, sealing everyone within the tribe tightly.
The mural ended here. What happened afterward was a forgotten past.
Liu Buli's gaze fell upon the last painting. He found it exceptionally strange and deeply unsettling.
But he couldn't quite articulate what made him feel so uneasy. He could only glance at Lu Wuming beside him and instinctively ask, "Wuming, what do you think was the final fate of this race?"
"Isn't it simple?" Lu Wuming, usually lacking in intellect, surprisingly offered a remarkably calm answer. "The deity never intended to help them from the start; they just wanted to create some little monster toys for themselves. Having cleared the surrounding tribes, they could no longer provide the deity with more toys in the same way. If the deity was content with this, it would have been fine. But if not, their race would become the final toy. Perhaps the one we just killed was the final destination for this race."
Lu Wuming spoke with an unusual calmness.
Liu Buli knew that what he described was indeed the most probable ending to this story.
Shaking his head, Liu Buli sighed softly, "So, from the beginning, one shouldn't believe in any talk of deities. Fortunately, I have no such inclinations. I believe that no matter what, relying on oneself is better than praying to gods. Only by handling things oneself can they be done perfectly."
"That's not entirely true," Lu Wuming shook his head, then flashed a wide smile at Liu Buli. He pointed to himself and said, "Master, if it's you, you can also rely on me. No matter what it is, as long as you say it, I will do as you wish. You know I'm very obedient."
His sweet and docile words managed to bring a moment of peace to Liu Buli's somewhat disturbed state of mind. He reached out and ruffled Lu Wuming's hair vigorously. Seeing the disarray of the boy's hair, Liu Buli nodded with satisfaction and said, "Alright, no matter what their final outcome was, it has nothing to do with us. As long as I don't have to see that deity, that's enough. His aura makes me feel a bit disgusted; I don't even have the thought of becoming his opponent."
As he spoke, the annoyed expression on his face proved that he truly felt this way.
Lu Wuming blinked. This time, he honestly hid his true thoughts.
Although he really wanted to tell Liu Buli that his current thoughts were completely different from his own. From his perspective, he would actually be quite willing to meet that deity.
If for no other reason, the malice and resentment within those stone monsters alone would be enough to significantly improve his cultivation.
If he could truly meet that deity, and if he could successfully slay him, his cultivation might advance even further...
Suppressing this thought, the two walked forward for some distance. Seeing the increasing light ahead, Liu Buli assumed they had reached an exit.
He quickened his pace forward. When he saw the situation ahead clearly, the smile on his face froze.
He was once again certain that this world truly detested him.
Whatever he disliked would appear, as if to show its rejection as clearly as possible.