One thousand five hundred years is too long a time. Most of the people living here today have migrated here from outside. The descendants who have survived by chance have gradually forgotten what their ancestors did and the oaths they made.
Lucas held up the night-shining pearl and read the murals from beginning to end. The last picture showed a dragon breaking out of the water and soaring above the sky, with people kneeling on the ground in worship. Perhaps after that, thousands of years later, people would still remember this dragon and would kneel down to worship it.
However, for humans, fifteen hundred years is too long, long enough to forget everything.
These murals were ridiculously ugly, with no aesthetic appeal at all, with disproportionate body proportions, small hair and body, and no attention paid to visual effects. They looked like children's graffiti. Lucas reached out and touched the kneeling figure in the mural, and a piece of weathered stone fell off.
"In the 15th year of Liang Tianjian, five villages were hit by floods. Fortunately, a dragon saved them and no one in the five villages suffered. However, the dragon died of exhaustion. The whole village was sad. The immortal suggested burying the dragon in the water and locking its bones to keep its spirit alive. This letter is a warning to future generations. The dragon must not be discontinued. It was established in the 18th year of Liang Tianjian."
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