"Nonsense!" Ye Xiu cursed fiercely, clinging to the mural. How could such a bizarre thing exist in this world? How could this palace from the Xia Dynasty possibly record scenes that he and Old Liu had only recently experienced?

"Is this destiny?" Old Liu's voice was low. He stared at his own image on the mural. "History predetermined that both of us would enter this Nine Poisonous Fiend Formation at that time, which is why our images are here. Meishu chose us, just as I naturally inherited the ancient, strange Taoist lineage. It seems impossible, but it was already fated."

Ye Xiu shot the Birdman an annoyed look and asked, "That is indeed me and Old Liu up there. What do you make of it?"

The Birdman,