Yan Lie brought Lu Yang to the rear courtyard of the temple. There stood a fifty-meter-tall stone tower with twelve sides, each carved with dense, strange text that Lu Yang had never seen before.
Yet the text seemed to possess some kind of magic. As Lu Yang stared at it, he felt that the words were dancing flames, constantly shifting and combining before his eyes to form strange cultivation diagrams.
"What is this?" Lu Yang asked.
Yan Lie said, "These are cultivation arts our Fire Celestial God clan brought with us when we left from the other end of the Starry Sky Ancient Road. They are supreme fire-type secret arts."
Lu Yang asked in shock, "You intend to teach them to me?"
Yan Lie nodded and said, "Actually, there is not much I can teach you. I only know the first chapter after the general formula of the supreme secret art. I cannot teach the hundreds of secret art formulas that come after it."
"It is not that I do not want to teach you. Back then, in order to kill the Saint Demon Emperor, every successive clan leader in our clan died in battle. Yet the text on this tower was passed down orally from clan leader to clan leader, and only clan leaders could learn it. By my generation, my father only had time to pass the first chapter to me before he died in battle."
Yan Lie pointed at the secret arts on the tower faces to either side and said, "The secret arts of other races are also carved here. Their situations are the same as ours; the leaders of each race did not have time to pass down their secret arts."
"After the surviving races of us Primordial Celestial Gods came here and established Undying