Even though this mural is not well-preserved due to the wall’s fracture, after cleaning, it is not difficult to see that it seems to be depicting a story.
The background is vermilion red, and on the fractured section there is a dark mass, resembling the black clouds of a sandstorm.
Below is a sketch of the Imperial City, with many people kneeling on the ground as if they are worshipping something. The pyramid-like tower has a radiant jewel at the top, and next to the tower, a man stands at the same height, holding something up towards the sky.
The other scenes are unclear, and with the wall severely damaged, the rest has weathered away significantly. Only the central image remains on the wall. Given the width of this wall, there should be more information to uncover, but it’s a pity, such a shame, that the thousand-year-old painting from the most mysterious Irel Kingdom can’t be photographed. We can only record it with our eyes and minds. Xiao Wang, who is good at drawing, began to sketch it in his notebook, using the painting as a reference.
"Could this be Irel’s national ceremony or something? But the attire of the person in the painting doesn’t seem like that of a king. For such an important ceremony, it should probably be the State Preceptor, right? Could it be the State Preceptor that Tianmiao mentioned?" Cheng Luo pondered over it several times, analyzing it with excitement. Unconsciously, she had long taken Tianmiao’s story as true history.
Zhou Qiang heard Cheng Luo say this, gave her a glance, and then looked away.
Professor Wu examined the mural repeatedly and said in a slow voice, "Quite possibly. Let’s walk around and see if we can find anything else. Be careful, and try not to damage any relics." Professor Wu, too, had unknowingly treated Tianmiao’s story as true history. He always felt there was some connection between Tianmiao and the Irel Ancient Country. But since Tianmiao was unwilling to admit it, he couldn’t keep pressing for answers.
After walking around, everyone found that the place was indeed so dilapidated that only the decayed base of the walls remained, and no valuable documents or other records were found.
"It’s strange, isn’t it? Logically, this is the Royal City. Wouldn’t the residents have some pots and pans in their houses? Why does it feel like every room here is just a setup, all empty shells, without any furniture or utensils?" An assistant voiced his doubts while stroking his chin.
Everyone looked closely, and indeed, how could such a prosperous city have only empty houses, devoid of people and life?
Irel was such a flourishing civilization at that time, it absolutely shouldn’t be like this.
Another assistant added, "You have a point, not even a bowl was found. Even if it was a migration, not everything would be left behind, right? Doesn’t it feel quite eerie?"
When Que Qiu heard this, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he swiftly turned to look at Professor Wu and the others.
This Imperial City is just an empty shell?
How can this be?
Was it the same the last time he came?
Why is it that he can’t quite remember?
At some point, Tianmiao quietly returned.
Professor Wu saw Tianmiao approaching and couldn’t help but ask her, "I’m also puzzled. I wonder if Miss Tianmiao has any insights? Why is this Imperial City so strange, without any furniture?"
Tianmiao glanced at Zhou Qiang and smiled, "Take another look, I believe you will soon find answers."