Zhang Ling waited expressionlessly for a moment. Seeing that nothing else was happening, he finally fixed his gaze on these images.
These images seemed to record some special places, and the scenes in the images varied greatly. One image that appeared before his eyes showed a huge lake.
The lake seemed to be located in a mountain forest, but the lake shown in the picture was hundreds of miles in size and very wide.
Just as Zhang Ling focused his attention on this picture, a strange scene occurred. A wisp of his divine sense was pulled into it.
Immediately, he heard the sound of gurgling water in his ears. Observing the surrounding scene, it turned out to be above that huge lake.
He was no longer in his cave dwelling, but the next moment Zhang Ling realized that this was just his divine soul entering the picture.
With a thought, his divine sense returned to his body, and nothing bad happened.
‘There's something to this,’ Zhang Ling stroked his chin, becoming interested in these images.
He glanced at the memory stone that was constantly rotating in mid-air. On the outside, it looked the same as an ordinary memory stone. But the images it released could actually draw divine sense into them, so it was clearly not an ordinary memory stone.
But after all, a memory stone was just a tool for recording information. Zhang Ling relaxed and began to examine these images.
He released a wisp of his divine sense into the lake image again.
Instantly, Zhang Ling had a sense of immersion, appearing again in the sky above the huge lake. Of course, this was his divine soul's perception, not his physical body entering.
Zhang Ling stood above the lake, sensing the surrounding aura. He could even smell some water vapor and the fragrance of grass and trees.
He couldn't help but marvel at the methods of ancient cultivators. Even this memory stone was made so meticulously.
Suddenly, a loud splash of water sounded, and Zhang Ling felt a terrifying aura appear in front of him. This aura made his divine soul tremble slightly.
On the other side of the lake, a huge object suddenly emerged from the water.
The object seemed to be a giant snake. No. Zhang Ling took a closer look and was shocked. It was not a giant snake at all, but a flood dragon with a cyan horn on its head.
Moo… Awoo…
A huge roar, like a tiger's call and a bull's bellow, echoed around.
Then, a black shadow flashed before his eyes, and a huge splash of water exploded on the surface of the lake. The flood dragon broke out of the water and flew directly into the air.
The flood dragon's figure was completely revealed in Zhang Ling's sight. Its entire body was covered with cyan scales the size of a zhang, and its long figure was a full hundred zhang long. The flood dragon's speed was very fast, and it disappeared into the sky in an instant.
The large amount of water it stirred up as it left fell from the sky, as if it were raining. A huge vortex also swirled on the wide lake surface. The sound of rushing water echoed in his ears.
Zhang Ling was shocked. He clearly sensed a powerful aura from this flood dragon.
‘Could it be some kind of wild beast or a demon beast that has already reached the stage of transformation?’
In the world of cultivation, the larger the demon beast, the stronger it is not necessarily true, but such a huge flood dragon is definitely not an ordinary creature.
Zhang Ling suddenly thought of when he was still resisting sea beasts in the Northern Yuan cultivation world, he had heard that several high-level sea beasts had appeared, including two flood dragons.
Although he had not seen them himself, other cultivators had seen them at the time. It was said that the two flood dragons were only twenty to thirty zhang in size, but they were already high-level demon beasts.
A hundred-zhang-long flood dragon must be very strong, although this is just a picture recorded by ancient cultivators.
Zhang Ling was both fearful and excited. ‘I'm afraid it would be difficult for other cultivators to see such a scene.’
After the flood dragon flew away, the picture also stopped. A white expanse appeared before his eyes, but after a few breaths, the picture trembled and repeated the previous scene.
Zhang Ling watched the scene of the flood dragon emerging from the water in his divine soul state for more than a dozen times before withdrawing.
Then, his gaze turned to the other images. After careful counting, there were exactly thirty-six images.
Zhang Ling saw another picture next to him, which was a landscape painting, seemingly recording the scenery of some immortal mountain.
His divine sense entered it, and he immediately felt as if he was standing in a cloud of mist. Below was a large mountain peak, and he could still see some ancient buildings in the mountain. He could even see some figures of ancient cultivators.
These images seemed to be dynamic images. The clouds and mist flowed in the sky. Suddenly, Zhang Ling found that the speed of the clouds and mist was several times faster.
The originally calm scene seemed to be pulled by some kind of force. The clouds and mist flowed rapidly, and within a short period of time, the entire sky showed five-colored spiritual light, and countless colorful clouds gathered towards the horizon.
At the place where they converged, a huge thunderous sound came, resounding between heaven and earth. The horizon seemed to crack open, and countless lightning bolts swept in.
At this point, the picture also stopped.
This recorded scene was a bit strange. He didn't understand it for a while. Zhang Ling watched it several times, but he still didn't figure out what phenomenon this was.
It seemed to be recording only an abnormal and sudden phenomenon of heaven and earth, but Zhang Ling felt that the picture, which could be preserved so carefully, definitely contained some special information.
Then, Zhang Ling looked at another picture. The scene in that picture was quite ordinary. Nearly a hundred ancient cultivators were flying in the sky, seemingly all heading to the same place.
Zhang Ling watched this unremarkable picture for a while and saw some clues. The flying people were all quite strong. Just observing their escape light, it was several times faster than his own escape speed.
After careful observation, the ten escape lights among them were obviously not from Golden Core cultivators, but could only be emitted by cultivators of a higher level.
So many high-level cultivators had the same goal. ‘I wonder where they are going,’ Zhang Ling wondered, but naturally no one would answer him.
Zhang Ling observed these pictures one by one. About half of the pictures recorded ancient cultivators gathering towards a certain place.
By observing the costumes of the ancient cultivators in the pictures, Zhang Ling also recognized the forces to which some of the cultivators belonged. Among them, there were more than a dozen ancient sects involved.
Most of these sects were extraordinarily strong, and several of them were said to have had Transformation God cultivators.
These sects had a long heritage, and even now there are still inheritances of these forces within the Flowing Cloud Sea.
So many ancient sects gathering so many high-level cultivators, ‘Could it be that something big is happening?’
Zhang Ling couldn't guess these secrets for a while. But since he couldn't figure it out, he stopped thinking about it. After all, these were all old events from tens of thousands of years ago, and I'm afraid no one can figure them out.
For a whole day, Zhang Ling observed these pictures one by one. There were also many pictures that recorded some strange scenes.
Among them, there was a green grassland that could not be seen to the end, as well as tall and towering immortal mountains. There were also swamps with constant lightning falling, and mountains full of magma, etc.
There was even a scene that recorded a huge black hole appearing above the sky. Countless cracks appeared on the entire sky, like a mirror about to be shattered.
This kind of world-destroying scene seemed to be the space collapse recorded in some ancient books. Even a Nascent Soul old monster would have difficulty surviving in this kind of place.
‘I don't know how it was recorded.’
