"A system completely different from Immortal Dao Arrays, totems, and Demon Demonic Patterns—these lines that contain powerful rule forces, are they Witch Runes…"
Lin Zheyu murmured softly, having discovered something rather interesting.
But very soon, the radiance before his eyes vanished in an instant, and a deafening rumble sounded by his ears.
Lin Zheyu lifted his head and saw a snow‑white waterfall crashing down from several hundred meters high.
Below the waterfall was a huge emerald‑green deep pool.
By the pool stood a stone stele, already broken, leaving only the lower half about half a man tall.
As for the upper half, it had long since disappeared without a trace.
The characters on the stele were written in an ancient script that Lin Zheyu did not recognize.
He stared at the words for a few seconds, and in his consciousness the corresponding meanings bizarrely surfaced.
"Huh!"
"What kind of ability is this?"
Lin Zheyu gave a soft exclamation.
