As Lu Yang descended, the dark red glow grew increasingly dazzling. When he landed on the floor inside the tomb, he looked at the walls on either side and finally understood where the red light came from.
"The walls—these magical runes on the walls are actually written in Ancient God script. This is unbelievable. There are formations and spells carved by Ancient Gods here." The Blazing Demon God had gone mad with excitement. He threw himself against the writing as if he wanted to merge with it.
Malthus was no different from the Blazing Demon God. One pressed against the left wall, the other against the right, as though the Ancient God writing possessed some kind of magic.
Lu Yang asked with a smile, "What are you two doing? Just make rubbings and study them slowly when we get back. Is this really necessary?"
"What do you know?" For the first time, the Blazing Demon God and Malthus cursed Lu Yang in perfect unison.
The Blazing Demon God said, "We possess a unique divine ability. By pressing ourselves against these inscriptions, we can reconstruct the Ancient God's state of mind when he carved them, as well as what he looked like at the time."
The moment he finished speaking.
The two gods directly connected their consciousness to Lu Yang's soul. In an instant, a towering god at the end of his life appeared before Lu Yang's eyes. Flames covered his entire body, but deep wrinkles covered his flesh, and his face was withered. His eye sockets were blue-black, and a massive icy wound gaped in his chest, making him seem as though he could die at any moment.
"I am Flame God King Phil. Ambushed by the Ice God King, I had no choice but to seek out a tomb