Ming Aoshuang was not happy, but Fang Zhou was.

Seeing Fang Zhou happy made Ming Aoshuang even more unhappy, but she didn't show it and silently withdrew her Qingshuang Sword.

It seemed impossible to leave by chiseling through the walls, so they had to find another way.

Fang Zhou laughed enough and continued walking down the cave while observing the wall murals.

Ming Aoshuang followed honestly; in such a mysterious place, she could only find a sense of security by staying beside her kind.

She wasn't really afraid, just wanted another person to discuss with, to think things through.

However, after thinking for a long time, Ming Aoshuang couldn't come up with any solutions. She glanced at Fang Zhou and noticed he was engrossed in the murals, seemingly not nervous at all.

The two continued to walk forward like this. During the walk, Ming Aoshuang considered flying out to explore several times, but feared getting separated from Fang Zhou, so she held back.

She held back until she couldn't anymore: "Have you seen enough? Aren't you thinking of finding a way out?"

Fang Zhou snapped back to reality and turned to Ming Aoshuang with a chuckle: "You aren't the one looking down on men? And now you remember me?"

Ming Aoshuang said coldly: "I don't want to argue with you. We are in the same boat now, and we must cooperate sincerely if we want to get out. Two heads are better than one; arguing at this time is meaningless."

Fang Zhou was somewhat surprised; Ming Aoshuang seemed like someone who acted on her emotions, yet she could say such a rational thing?

Curiously he said: "You wouldn't be unable to come up with a way out, so you chose to cooperate with me, would you?"

Ming Aoshuang pressed her lips together, expressionless, slowly shifting her gaze, but her ears were slightly red.

She was used to solving problems with strength; faced with such strange circumstances, she was indeed helpless and could only pin her hopes on the man beside her.

Though unwilling, Ming Aoshuang had to admit in her heart that Fang Zhou was certainly smarter than her.

This person's thinking was wild and unpredictable, no one could figure out what he would do next. Such a person was best suited to handle unexpected situations.

Fang Zhou didn't provoke her further but instead reached out to tap the mural on the wall: "If we want to leave this damn place, the only clue is the wall murals. If you lack the patience to look, you can go explore and come back; I'll wait for your good news."

Ming Aoshuang ultimately chose not to leave, nor did she interrupt Fang Zhou from continuing with the murals.

She, like Fang Zhou, began to study the wall murals. On them were some rather strange things, two groups of small people seemed to be fighting, yet also working.

Ming Aoshuang looked on half understanding, unable to grasp what these murals had to do with the two escaping this place.

After patiently observing for a while, Ming Aoshuang had to give up. She turned and found Fang Zhou deeply engrossed again, couldn't help but ask: "Do you understand?"

Fang Zhou was interrupted again, impatiently said: "You don't understand?"

Ming Aoshuang: …

If I could understand, would I be asking you?

Seeing her confused and innocent look, Fang Zhou sighed and explained: "These murals have a pattern; find the pattern, and you'll understand what they are trying to express."

Fang Zhou explained the pattern of the murals to Ming Aoshuang, after a thorough explanation, Ming Aoshuang widened her eyes, revealing confusion, reminiscent of a poor student listening to advanced theory.

Gesturing to a mural, Fang Zhou asked Ming Aoshuang to explain according to the pattern he described.

As a result, Ming Aoshuang stumbled, unable to say anything meaningful.

"And you call yourself a once-in-a-century genius of Piaomiao Mountain?"

Fang Zhou couldn't help but speak his mind: "Is Piaomiao Mountain a home for mentally challenged orphans?"

Ming Aoshuang's face rarely flushed; she heard the sarcasm in Fang Zhou's words but couldn't find a reason to retort.

Fang Zhou patted his forehead and directly gave up explaining to her.

He had realized why this happened; ultimately, there was a fundamental difference in the way both thought.

Fang Zhou tended to dialectical materialism, more inclined towards practical concepts such as practice, reality, and essence.

Contrarily, typical cultivators of the Immortal World like Ming Aoshuang were idealists, inclined towards consciousness, temperament, spirit, and perception.

To illustrate a simple example, Fang Zhou might not even match a Qi Refining Realm cultivator in terms of perception, due to his dialectical materialist mindset, making it difficult to grasp the mainstream idealist cultivation method of the Cultivation World.

Conversely, when analyzing murals requiring scientific patterns, Fang Zhou could easily surpass Ming Aoshuang, the idealist.

Ming Aoshuang saw Fang Zhou with an expression of "this person is beyond help," and despite blushing, couldn't suppress her curiosity: "Aren't you nervous?"

Fang Zhou casually replied: "Can nerves serve as food? Can they help us escape? If not, then what's there to be nervous about?"

This statement was purely for show. Fang Zhou had ample experience being trapped underground; the past experience in the Underground Tunnel of the Black Soul World was far more dangerous than now.

Having experience naturally avoids nervousness; besides, with Bi An sent off during mural deciphering, he had already mapped out the surroundings.

Discovering that the area within half a kilometer was filled with such crisscrossing caves, Fang Zhou abandoned plans to fly around, and honestly stayed to decode the murals, the only clue available.

Fang Zhou's calm demeanor was not an act, which made Ming Aoshuang feel a bit ashamed.

Upon realizing they were trapped, Ming Aoshuang felt intensely nervous and uneasy, unable to be as calm and collected as Fang Zhou.

She even felt a tinge of admiration for Fang Zhou, not only did he remain level-headed but could interpret such obscure, complex murals.

However, this admiration barely surfaced before Ming Aoshuang repeatedly shook her head, suppressing this odd emotion.

They were mortal enemies with many conflicts; now, they were only temporarily cooperating due to special circumstances; she couldn't possibly admire this shameless man.

Ming Aoshuang took a deep breath, channeling her cultivation to recover her emotions.

Without noticing Ming Aoshuang's unusual state, Fang Zhou, upon realizing this woman couldn't understand the murals at all, abandoned any plan to teach her about mural patterns and continued to decrypt them alone.

After examining for such a long time, Fang Zhou had already uncovered clues from the murals.

These murals depicted the birth of a civilization, from tribal organization, invention of writing, creation of tools, waterworks construction, silkworm farming, warfare, and more.

Numerous tribes merged with each other, eventually forming a primitive, slave-based country governed by Wizards.

Wizards commanded slaves to mine resources, erect temples and shrines.

The mining grew deeper until they discovered a mysterious vertical-eyed eyeball from the earth's Abyss.

Fang Zhou was not overly surprised upon seeing the eyeball depicted in the murals; this thing could be worshiped on a separate altar, clearly of significant importance.

However, the description of this vertical-eyed eyeball's abilities in the mural deeply shocked Fang Zhou.

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