The two Starry Sky maps were enormous, not engraved on stone tablets but imprinted on the stone ground—a meticulously conducted projection.
Though engraved only a few hundred years apart, they were not from the same era. Their creation, however, could be discerned as dating back roughly over two thousand years.
Compared to over a hundred thousand years, two thousand years wasn't particularly terrifying, but it was still the Pre-Qin period, marking a very ancient chapter of history.
The Peacock Kings of the Eastern Wastelands could only live to such an age. Any longer, and they would return to dust; from time immemorial, no one has escaped death.
"What mysterious truths is this cow-herding old coot trying to evolve? Why can't I see through it?" The big black dog stared at one of the engraved maps, pondering for a long time, but couldn't understand.
