Han Sen thought the Ancient Wall would be a magical place, but to his surprise, the Ancient Wall was just an ordinary mountain's wall. Aside from the many weird drawings that had been carved into it, there was nothing special about it.
The drawings were weird, too. If Han Sen hadn't had to go through so many restrictions to get there, he would have thought the drawings were the work of some abstract artist. He might have even thought they were doodles.
When Han Sen approached the Ancient Wall, he saw many of the Very High gathered in front of it. Some were sitting, some were standing, some were staring at the Ancient Wall, and some had their heads lowered. It looked as if they were all trying to understand the pictures on the Ancient Wall.
Many of the Very High had scary presences. They might have been the elites of the Very High.
Han Sen wished to say something, but Exquisite put her finger up and gestured for him to be quiet. She signaled him not to speak and that he should just observe the mural.
Exquisite and Li Keer were looking at the Very High, and Han Sen knew that many of the Very High were there. Exquisite and Li Keer didn't dare do anything rash. They didn't want to disturb them.
Han Sen didn't say anything. He started looking at the drawings on the Ancient Wall. Exquisite and Li Keer followed Han Sen's lead and looked at the drawings.
But while they studied the drawings, they could also learn from Han Sen. When they compared the drawings to each other, they could learn more than Han Sen could.
But Han Sen wasn't losing out. After all, if he didn't become their silkworm, the Very High wouldn't let Han Sen see the drawings on the Ancient Wall.
Because the entire wall was covered in drawings, it was unimaginably big. Han Sen wanted to find the beginning of the drawings. Then, he could follow the clues and find a pattern.
But after looking at the drawings for a while, he couldn't figure out where the drawings began.
This strange mural had no clue at all. All kinds of abstract pictures were mixed together, forming a strange picture scroll. There was no beginning and no end, and it was difficult to see what the meaning was. If those lines didn't give people a deep and smooth feeling, Han Sen would have thought that it was a child's meaningless graffiti.
Sensing Han Sen's thoughts, Exquisite lowered her voice and whispered to Han Sen, "No one knows where this painting begins, and no one knows what it is. It's easier to start with the artistic conception in the carving."
Han Sen nodded and didn't say anything. Since he couldn't figure it out, he would follow Linglong's instructions and look at the artistic conception in the mark.
Han Sen's mind wasn't any worse than an ordinary deified elite's. After looking at the paintings for a while, he noticed that the lines had been drawn with his fingers. The mind of the carvings didn't have the murderous air of a sword or a knife. It didn't have the elegance of calligraphy either. It was very strange.
"This must be some kind of finger mind," Han Sen guessed, but he wasn't sure.
Although he wasn't sure what kind of mind this was, it wasn't hard to see that the person who had drawn it had a mind that was shockingly high. Han Sen's mind was very high, but compared to the mind of the carving, it was very shallow.
Han Sen wasn't in a rush to understand the mind of the carving. He walked along the mountain wall and looked at the giant scroll. Then, he stepped back and looked at the painting in its entirety.
But no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't understand what the painting was about. He couldn't figure it out, either. He had to start with the mind of the carving.
"The mind of the carving is just a remnant of the Very High elder's power. It doesn't necessarily represent the true meaning of the painting. If I want to unravel the secret of the painting, I don't think understanding the mind of the carving is going to help.
But I didn't come here to learn the secret of the painting. If I can understand the mind of the carving, it'll be a nice reward. "Han Sen calmed down and tried to figure out the mind of the lines.
The first impression that Han Sen had of this mind was that it was flowing like water. Once he tried to figure it out, he felt as if he couldn't stop. He wanted to keep following the mind of the painting.
This feeling was like a person who loved to read books and suddenly found a novel full of interesting twists and turns. He was attracted to it and didn't want to stop reading. He wanted to keep going and see what happened next.
His second impression of the painting was that it was strange. Ordinary minds had a theme. For example, Han Sen's Under the Sky knifemind had the theme that everything in the world was a chess piece.
But the mind of this painting wasn't like that. If a normal person's mind was like a tree, a mountain, or a river, then the mind of this painting was like a painting that spanned ten thousand miles.
Every stroke of the painting contained a different concept, whether it was a mountain, water, clouds, mud, pavilions, flowers, birds, insects, and fish.
The changes in the concepts were simply too much for the eye to take in, and it wasn't an exaggeration to say that a single step could create three sceneries.
Every line and every turn was filled with wonderful ideas, and it caused one to be forever unable to guess what the concept of the next stroke was.
"It is no wonder Little Long said that any creature that studied the mind of the Ancient Wall would benefit greatly. The mind of this painting is all-encompassing. Creatures that practice any power can find a mind that matches their geno arts. It is hard to believe."
Han Sen wondered what kind of genius the Very High elder had been. He had been able to draw a painting like this all by himself.
If the Very High hadn't confirmed that the Ancient Wall had been drawn by one person, Han Sen would have thought that the painting had been created by many elites. Otherwise, how could one person have mastered so many minds?
That didn't make sense.
Even Han Sen, who had learned many different things, could only walk his own path. He couldn't learn all the minds in the world.
"If this was really drawn by one person, then this elder of the Very High must be very talented. He must be the greatest genius of all time," Han Sen complimented as he watched the painting.
Han Sen looked at the painting, one stroke at a time. Although he couldn't learn everything, he could feel the different minds. It would be good for his knowledge and experience. It would be a good way to improve his knowledge and experience.
As he watched, Han Sen was shocked. Goosebumps rose all over his body. Because the mind was so strange, Han Sen kept trying to understand it. He felt too many minds, and the mind was too deep. It made Han Sen sink deeper and deeper into it. He almost lost his faith in himself.
It was like a university student who had just graduated. There were a lot of invitations from big companies. One said, "Come to my company to be a lawyer. Lawyers are good and can earn a lot of money." The other said, "Come to my company to be a doctor. Doctors are famous and can earn both fame and fortune."
Everyone had their own good points. Looking at one was good, and looking at the other was not bad. It was easy to lose yourself and forget who you were.