Inside the ancestral temple.
Shen Can listened to the scant words emanating from the sacrificial artifact, then released his divine sense to delve into it.
A short half hour passed, yet Elder Sacrificial Spirit continued to repeat the earlier words, completely ignoring him.
Shen Can focused his attention on the murals he had just seen.
Previously, he was only interested in gathering the murals from everywhere. Unexpectedly, one could even create them themselves.
He glanced at the Ancestral Temple Keeper Fish Painting, combining the utterances from the Elder Sacrificial Spirit, and gained some enlightenment.
Shen Can asked Ayu to fetch a few stone tablets, took out the Witch Nail, and started drawing on them.
This time, the Little Dragon Fish he drew was much clearer and vivid, with golden scales and whiskers, even blowing bubbles.
