Blood Script Foretells Death, Weak Water World

Looking at those lines of Blood Script, Zhao Sheng frowned slightly and could not help glancing at Qi Wuyan beside him. He saw the other man's expression change drastically, his face filled with extreme shock.

"...How could this happen? It... it has appeared again. We're doomed!" Qi Wuyan murmured with a deathly pale face, his tone steeped in despair.

Zhao Sheng's gaze swept over the Blood Script on the eastern door. It read: "My name is Zhao Wuming. By the time you see these words, I am already dead."

At the same time, above the western door were the words: "Kui Muxiao perished by self-immolation."

Above the other two doors were written, respectively, "The road to heaven lies open, yet you refuse to take it; hell has no gate, yet you insist on forcing your way in," and "Today, Shi Zhongyu drowned here."

Looking around, every character of Blood Script not only radiated a chilling killing intent, but also brimmed with mockery and strangeness.

Zhao Sheng withdrew his gaze and asked in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Qi, what exactly is this 'it' you spoke of?"

Qi Wuyan steadied himself at those words and was about to answer when a burst of wild laughter interrupted him.

Not far away, Shi Zhongyu was laughing so hard he rolled on the ground. Even as he rolled, he jeered, "Hahaha! I'm dying of laughter. Who doesn't know I'm a Sentient Stone? Can a stone drown? What a joke under heaven! Hahaha..."

With Shi Zhongyu causing such a disturbance, the atmosphere immediately eased considerably.

Qi Wuyan calmed down and explained, "I once reviewed all the records left by my ancestors. Only in one stone book did I see a vague and ambiguous sentence. It said: 'The White Tower has a spirit; after long slumber,