Everyone Survives In The Fog

The fifth painting corresponds to the contents of the fifth-level shelter.

In the development of shelters, level five shelters are a threshold and a very important node.

Because starting from the fifth-level shelter, the shelter began to become independent, able to independently produce a steady stream of spiritual energy, and the need for the misty world was no longer so great.

So this picture also depicts similar content:

The mist world is a huge circle, and the sanctuary is another smaller circle, located in a corner of the mist world.

Sanctuary is different from the mist world, but it also exists in the mist world.

And the small circle in the shelter is painted with white, which probably means the birth of aura.

The sixth painting.

Corresponding to the sixth-level shelter, there is not much difference here, except that different perfect-level items are used to form different cores.

It's like sowing a seed and letting it grow different fruits in a sheltered environment.

When he saw the seventh and subsequent paintings, Qi Yuan became more focused.

Because what follows is something he is currently exploring and doesn’t know much about.

The seventh painting is the seventh-level shelter.

In the picture, there is still a large circle representing the foggy world, with three small circles of different colors inside.

They are red, blue, and yellow, and there are three patterns painted on the inside: flames, ripples, and stones.

"Do these represent different attributes of special land deeds?" Qi Yuan murmured to himself.

Rui Lao nodded: "We can understand and understand all the way to the seventh-level shelter, because we have had similar experiences."

"But the contents of the next few paintings are a bit strange."

Qi Yuan frowned slightly and looked directly at the eighth painting without saying anything.

It means the emergence of level eight shelters.

In the eighth painting, a huge difference appears.

I used a lot of pen and ink to draw the interior patterns of the eighth-level shelter, which are very detailed and precise.

The circle representing the shelter is rendered together with different colored brushes, and many things appear in it.

There are humans, books, fire, rain, sunshine, rivers and hillsides...

And the entire circle of the shelter is outlined with key colors, forming a huge contrast with the dim and foggy world.

"Mr. Rui, can you understand the meaning of this painting?"

Rui Lao pushed up his glasses and said with a somewhat uncertain tone: "This painting uses strong color contrast. I think there is only one reason."

"That's what the author wants to express, is the separation between the world of mist and the sanctuary, and each is one."

"In fact, this also means that the eighth-level shelter is breaking away from the control of the foggy world and forming a relatively independent world."

Qi Yuan couldn't help but frown, not knowing what he wanted to express, let alone how it could help him.

The content is even weirder than the ninth painting that follows.

If Qi Yuan could barely understand the eighth painting and roughly knew what it said, then for the ninth painting, he was completely confused.

The entire ninth painting was painted black, and then hundreds of circles were drawn with a white pen.

At first glance, the style is completely different from the previous ax, which makes people confused.

"What does it mean?"

"I don't know, but there are only black and circles in the picture, which represent two different things."

"What do you think it will be?" Qi Yuan looked at Rui Lao and asked: "Does the circle represent the misty world or a shelter?"

Rui Lao shook his head: "I don't know, maybe the darkness represents the shelter?"

Qi Yuan sighed. This kind of ambiguous information would not be beneficial to the development of the shelter.

Ambiguity means that you don’t know whether the information is accurate or not, you just rely on your own imagination, which is worse than not knowing.

The contents of these pictures were too simple, and there was very little information that could be harvested, which really made Qi Yuan feel helpless.

"Forget it, Mr. Rui, go call Kong Jin and Zhou Ji over now and translate the text directly."

Qi Yuan really couldn't stand this confused feeling, as if he understood, but also as if he didn't understand at all. It was really uncomfortable.

So, Kong Jin and Zhou Ji were called directly.

Not long after, two old men floated over from a distance and stood respectfully in front of Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan didn't waste any time and asked directly: "Mr. Kong, Mr. Zhou, look at the words in this book. Can you understand it?"

"How can we understand your book..."

Before Zhou Ji finished speaking, he was immediately attracted by the books in front of him and stopped talking immediately.

"Hey, this...this text looks so familiar."

He hurriedly floated over, got close to the book and started turning the pages. His expression gradually calmed down and became more solemn and serious.

Kong Jin was in the same situation. From being indifferent at the beginning, he became more and more serious.

"Where did this book come from? How come it has our ancient writing?!" Zhou Ji couldn't help but sigh.

Kong Jin frowned: "What era of writing is this? We no longer use many words and usages..."

"Indeed, I can only understand a few words. Isn't this too different from today's words?"

Kong Jin speculated: "Could it be the earliest batch of books?"

"Impossible." Zhou Ji shook his head in denial: "We have already gone through the first batch of books, and they are completely different from this one."

"If you look at these characters, they are obviously still in the form of hieroglyphs. They have only undergone some slight evolution, but they have not changed to our level at all."

"Could it be...the older writing of our ancestors?"

Seeing the two of them talking to themselves, Qi Yuan did not interrupt them, but allowed them to exchange ideas.

After a few minutes, the two ended their exchange.

"What's the gain?" Qi Yuan asked proactively.

Kong Jin nodded: "It is indeed our ancient writing. It is even older than our history. We don't know many important characters."

"Then can you interpret it?"

Hearing this, Kong Jin and Zhou Ji looked at each other, and finally shook their heads and said: "It is too different from the current writing, and we can only understand a very small part."

"Is there no other way?"

"If you, Lord, want to analyze it, we can also try to translate it, but we need to go back to the small world."

Go back to the small world?

Qi Yuan was stunned for a moment and looked at the two of them with a strange expression.

Of course, he didn't think that the two of them were going to betray him and then escape back to the small world.

Because now that they have transformed into totems and are completely loyal to the island in the middle of the lake, it is impossible for this situation to happen.

What's strange to him is that the two of them actually have a way to return to the small world!