"Black Soil... Demon Mountain..."
Lu Yuan was carefully drawing circles on paper with his pen, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Using his remarkable memory, he reproduced all the information he had gathered from the background during his video chat with Lu Jing.
This pertained to an ancient minor language known as 'Ancient Phoenician'.
This ancient language wasn't obscure; originating even before the White Mountain Era, during the Red River Period, it had once been widespread.
However, due to the demise of a powerful empire, it was submerged in the rolling river of time.
The information recorded on the board behind Lu Jing was messy and fragmented, as if someone had casually jotted it down during a discussion.
The only coherent piece was the sentence Lu Yuan finally wrote in his notebook, a translation from Ancient Phoenician—
"Eternal Cracking Black Soil, He will drench every pebble of Demon Mountain with fresh blood..."
Aside from this, there was a recurring pictogram.
