The God and Demon Murals had existed for ages, containing a special divinity.
Back when Wang Xiu pondered the God and Demon Murals, he could feel a vast and rich spiritual world within. It was like a projection left behind by the Ancient Gods, recording an indescribable, ancient era.
He had seen Ancient Gods fall and Divine Beasts from legend prostrate before him, wailing and pleading for their lives. He had witnessed the struggles of countless beings on the brink of death, and he had also seen them reborn time and again.
To put it plainly, they were a collection of small worlds that only a spirit could enter.
Of course, the primary reason for these miraculous effects was the ancient Daoist Texts. However, the special material of the stone itself was also indispensable.
Now, all of those Daoist Texts were in Wang Xiu's hands, as he had emptied all the God and Demon Murals.
