While thinking about it, the turtles carried Zhang Ming to the east bay and swam towards a giant cave.
This is a brand new and unknown territory. The swaying seawater rises and falls in the dusk. A wave crashes onto the turtle's back. Zhang Ming holds the turtle's neck with one hand and holds the golden electric eel with the other.
Colorful corals are entrenched in every corner of the cave, and unknown fish shuttle between rocks and seaweed.
Glowing plants like glass dot the cave, illuminating the inside like daylight.
What surprised Zhang Ming even more was that murals were vaguely displayed on the rock wall.
And...
Unknown text!
There are even large areas of submerged houses on the seabed.
"Are these the traces left by the extinct indigenous civilization?" Various speculations emerged in Zhang Ming's mind, and he used his "extraordinary vision" to look at these murals curiously.
"It's a pity that the ruins were destroyed by these marine creatures."
The dust of history is buried so thickly that most traces are slowly getting old.
Time is like an hourglass, calculating the order of dynasties and obliterating insignificant data. When everything returns to dust, who can prove that we have been here?
……
After about a moment, the final destination arrived.
There is a cave inside the cave, and there is even a small piece of dry land.
"Aww." The little white turtle shouted loudly, as if to say, this is our home!
Standing on the back of the oversized turtle, Zhang Ming opened his eyes wide and saw the collapsed man-made buildings.
And...
What a strange turtle!
This turtle is not big, but it looks like a mythical beast.
It is completely white, with mysterious and vivid complex patterns carved on the back of the turtle, with black stars dotted like the sun, moon and stars.
"Ah woo." The little white turtle barked again, as if to say, this is my dad.
Zhang Ming couldn't help but think of the "He Tu Luo Shu" in myths and legends. According to legend, during the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors period, a magical turtle appeared on the shore of Luoshui, carrying the "He Tu Luo Shu" for Fuxi to see. Fuxi was inspired by the "He Tu Luo Shu"
"Book" inspired the creation of Bagua: Yin and Yang are divided into white, the five elements belong to all things, the four images indicate Feng Shui, and heaven and man coexist together.
Zhang Ming doesn't know whether this big white turtle is a divine turtle.
However, judging from its pedigree, it should be a direct relative of the little white turtle.
"The little white turtles are so smart. This old white turtle shouldn't be too stupid. He can communicate."
After Lao Bai saw him and the big eel, he seemed a little shocked. His eyes narrowed into a line and he carefully looked at the weight of the big eel.
Then several turtles chatted "ah ah ah".
After the old white turtle figured out the situation, he turned around and crawled into the ruined temple that was almost about to collapse.
This seems to be the habitat of the turtle family. Many turtles lie down here to rest, and there are screams of "ah ah ah ah" everywhere. It is simply a wonderful holy place for people to gather for a party.
A breath of primitive tribe comes to you.
When these turtles saw humans, they all looked very curious, raising their long necks to look at him.
But because we were not acquaintances and were timid, we didn’t come over.
Along the way, Zhang Ming also saw a lot of turtle eggs, piled in nests on the roadside. There were turtles who specialized in protecting the eggs, watching him warily.
"It turns out that the turtle eggs are all here, so I said that I couldn't find any turtle eggs on the beach."
The protection of cubs is an important link for a race to enter the civilized era.
If a race does not protect its young, how can it have the organizational ability?
If a species is a solitary traveler without social interaction, where can language and writing come from?
Seeing that the turtles had formed a system of "protecting their babies", Zhang Ming could only temporarily suppress his desire to eat eggs and move forward together.
The room at the front was so magnificent that half of it collapsed. Even though all kinds of moss and plants covered the walls, the wonderful decorations of gold and silver still showed that this place had once been prosperous.
The walls are carved with lifelike pictures, as if you can hear folk songs echoing through history.
Zhang Ming cautiously entered the hall and studied the paintings left by the indigenous people.
This intelligent species with horns on its head has not developed technology. They still practice the ancient way of life, working at sunrise and resting at sundown. Because they look similar to humans, Zhang Mingxia gave them a random name,
Name it "Flaming Horn Man".
There seems to be a symbiotic relationship between "flaming horn people" and sea turtles.
They had met a long time ago.
One of the turtles is even more ridiculously big!
The background of the entire mural only depicts a small outline: the entire country of the "Flame Horn People" is built on the back of this turtle!
"The island beneath my feet is just a dead turtle? How big must it be?"
Zhang Ming was so shocked that he even felt a sense of absurdity deep in his heart.
How big is a mountain? The area of a county?
Is it still as big as a province?
How big is a country?
The mural with a touch of artistic flavor cannot restore the true history, but no matter what, the giant turtle is really bigger than he imagined.
It's just like the description in the Indian mythology: the bottom of the world is a huge turtle with four elephants standing on its back. The elephants carry a strange round world on their back. This is where human beings are.
world.
"I don't know if the descriptions on the murals are real or religious stories. You can believe some of them, but you can't believe them all."
He swallowed and continued to observe patiently.
The murals completely record the living habits of this civilization and various strange customs and rituals. From farming to pottery, from carpentry to blacksmith, they developed a glorious civilization.
Their race is becoming more and more powerful, and various tribesmen who fly into the sky and escape from the earth have conquered several super beasts.
"Does this race also have superpowers?"
Zhang Ming wondered in confusion. Since there were many missing parts of the mural and it was full of artistic flavor, he was not sure whether his guess was correct.
After all, it is not too much for archaeologists to research this kind of thing for ten or eight years and publish a hundred papers.
He, a science student, has been struggling here for a long time, and he can't figure out the meaning of those bottles and jars and all kinds of weird rituals.
However, at the end of the mural, the giant turtle actually died!!
Its body began to rot, and mushroom-like bacteria grew endlessly inside its body.
The carver of the mural carved the last image with grief and indignation: the endless heavy rain, the endless clouds, the whole world was left with only two colors: black and white, the Yanjiao people ushered in the end of the world, and the world was endless.
Tianri's mushrooms grow from the corpse, exuding magical power like the other side of the flower...