With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 644 - 557: Magma Fist Will, Inheritance of the Corru

"This large piece of Chiling ore was ant to count as your debt, but the Buddhas here are generous and have waived it for you."

After dividing the spoils, Liao Chen walked behind ng Chuan and said.

"Then give the True Spirit of the tigress, and I’ll trade this piece of Chiling ore with you and add two billion more."

"Hey... don’t let the Buddhas regret it."

ng Chuan turned around and saw him smiling so broadly his eyes were no longer visible, clearly pleased with this haul.

Looking towards the other three monks, they too were beaming brightly, each having made a killing.

Especially Liao Yuan, now that Liao Chen called him "Hound," he didn’t even retort.

Being a hound is great!

Not just anyone can be the hound; leading the way earns you an extra share...

Being the hound, that’s what it’s about!

Seeing ng Chuan still studying, the group stowed away their respective treasures and ca over to help.

To help...

Only Liao Hai’s abstract thinking was of any use among the four monks.

The other three, looking at the ghostly scribbles on the wall paintings, were at a loss.

Liao Qing, gazing at those twisting lines, felt dizzy.

Squatting aside out of the way, he comnted intermittently:

"Why do you think those who are demonized would leave such murals in their own hos?"

These Great Demons are all newcors, taking over the nests of others.

Liao Qing rarely used his brain, generally staying out of such matters.

Liao Hai, besides ng Chuan, was the most ticulous researcher in the group.

He intently observed, extending a finger, continuously tracing in the air.

"I think, regardless of their intelligence before demonization, after completely falling, they’re all as foolish as pigs.

Perhaps these mural forms are their only ans of cultural inheritance.

Much like ancient humans’ ’oral and educational traditions,’ using this as a way to continue the legacy of their bloodline."

"Pigs are not dumb..."

ng Chuan mumbled, hearing Liao Hai’s words, he snapped back to reality.

Following Liao Hai’s thought, he speculated further:

"The core of cultural inheritance and continuation is knowledge, customs, and most importantly, survival experience.

The intention behind these murals... seems obvious now."

As soon as he spoke, Liao Hai’s eyes lit up, clearly agreeing with his statent.

The other three monks looked at one another, completely baffled.

Liao Chen stepped forward and stared at the murals again, finding them less impressive than a three-year-old’s drawings.

"What do you an?"

ng Chuan ignored him, taking out the other three murals to study together.

Liao Chen, feeling uninterested, poked Liao Hai, eager to learn more...

"Tell the Buddha more, will you?"

"These twisted lines are not of the imagined worshippers, but actual ’characters.’

Unique characters of this demonized group, you can perceive them as... encrypted ssages."

"Then what do these twisted lines surrounding a straight one an? Isn’t the unique straight line about the Immortals and Buddhas?"

Liao Hai was stumped, furrowing his brow.

Seeing ng Chuan slowly standing up beside him, he explained:

"It’s about the Immortals and Buddhas, likely expressing in writing the differences between the Immortals and themselves as a ans of distinction."

Liao Hai added:

"These ’Demons’ have a very short inheritance period, hence their inheritance form is so simple yet mixed, making it difficult to comprehend fully."

"What do you an?"

ng Chuan explained:

"Chi Li’s ti stealing the faith of the Immortals and Buddhas is short, and related training was inadequate, eh..."

"Any living being leaves information for future generations, it’s a fundantal instinct.

Even sothing as humble as flowers and grasses would embed the code of life into each seed, catching the wind to travel far, embedding when it rains."

With that said, ng Chuan ignored the murals, brushed himself clean, and led the way out.

"The Crocodile n I encountered before had been stealing the Great Brahman Heaven’s power for quite a while.

Thus, their murals are clear and straightforward, using the simplest pictorial form to leave their heritage.

As for these murals... alas..."