410 Lone Boat, Black Robe, and Lantern Oar! (2/2)
Jin Duoming quickly responded. After thinking about it for a brief moment, he spoke with a deep voice.
”Uncle Zhao, to me, there is a deep meaning being conveyed by the mural. Even though I am somewhat ignorant, I can tell that this mural is conveying a message of hope. For example, the death of this galaxy, as well as the emergence of the spirits, all these are extreme expressions. I feel that revolt would occur when things become serious, and this extreme description perhaps encompassed hope as well as an opportunity that I am still unable to fathom!”
Jin Duoming's reply sounded exciting to Wang Baole. That wasn't simply viewing the mural. Instead, it was a profound interpretation of the depiction on the mural. At the same time, Wang Baole also noticed that after Zhao Pinfang heard the reply, he nodded his head slightly. Instantly, Wang Baole realized that it was a form of assessment!
Prominent figures all like to throw out assessments upon meeting someone, huh? Wang Baole sighed and was thinking about what to say when he heard Zhao Pinfang's voice.
”Wang Baole, it's your turn!”
”Tsk…” Wang Baole was unhappy. He felt that Zhao Pinfang was biased against him, referring to Jin Duoming as Little Ming and sounding warm when talking to him. In contrast, when speaking to him, he called his name directly. It appeared that Zhao Pinfang had some preconceived notions about him.
Even though he didn't know where the preconceived notion arose from, but his temper was worked up as he turned to look directly at Zhao Pinfang.
”Master Zhao, different people would have different interpretations about the meaning of this mural. Little Ming feels that it conveys a meaning of hope, while I feel that it is more like a ritual. However, regardless of the varying views, all these are guesses. I have a different interpretation of this mural!”
”This mural hails from the Divine Armament Catacombs on Mars!” The first half of Wang Baole's sentence didn't generate any reaction from Zhao Pinfang. However, the second half made Zhao Pinfang immediately turn to look at Wang Baole.
This time, his eyes no longer carried an intent to inspect Wang Baole. Instead, a look of curiosity was apparent.
”Why do you say that?”
”Based on my intuition!” Wang Baole raised his head, speaking calmly with his hands behind his back, trying to hint that Zhao Pinfang was biased and that he had a temper as well.
Jin Duoming blinked and stepped back. He felt that the way Wang Baole was speaking to Zhao Pinfang would easily earn him a beating. As for Zhao Pinfang, he looked even more curious, and that look of curiosity gradually transformed into a look of appreciation, as if he was very satisfied with Wang Baole's answer. While Jin Duoming was still bewildered, Zhao Pinfang laughed.
”There were many before you from the Federation who have viewed this mural previously. However, Wang Baole, you are the first one who managed to point out the origin of this mural without knowing about its background!
”You're no doubt the City Lord of Divine Armament New City who suppressed the catacombs. Your exploration of the catacombs seems profound, which has helped to hone this intuition of yours!
”You're right. This mural indeed originated from the Divine Armament Catacombs on Mars. It was one of the items discovered by the various factions when they first entered the catacombs those years back!”
”This mural is unique. It is ever-changing, and under different lighting conditions, other hidden images can be seen on it!” As Zhao Pinfang spoke, he raised his right hand and flailed. Instantly, in research room number three, the lighting was transformed. The surrounding caves disappeared, replaced by the cosmos!
It was as if the trio had been teleported into space. As they stood in the vast cosmos, the surroundings and the mural were completely integrated together. Rather, to a certain extent, it could be said that the trio had been transported into the world within the mural.
It was also at this moment that the image on the mural was transformed. Even though the planet was still devastated, and the uncountable spirits were still flowing into a river, outside the planet, at the end of the spirit river, a black Lone Boat appeared in the cosmos!
On this black Solo Raft stood a man in a black robe. This black-robed man was holding a unique oar, where a light hung!
Lone Boat, Black Robe, Lantern Oar!
The path of the Lone Boat seemed to be able to separate light from darkness. The glow from the Lantern Oar was like the guidance from a light tower. As the black-robed man proceeded forward, the river of spirits behind him no longer looked to be in pain. Instead, they seemed to be in peace as they moved along.
”Have either of you heard about the Dark Sect?” In the cosmos, Zhao Pinfang's voice, which carried a meaning of utmost respect to the point of addiction, reverberated softly. It wasn't a question; he was just mumbling to himself.