"Why had another line of words appeared on the black-red, ink-dark paper? Fellow Daoists, do not panic. No matter who makes the list, this old man stands with you." The Calamityless True Saint stepped forward, looking utterly composed.
He had been the first person to make the list this epoch, sentenced to death long ago. The past several hundred years had been bitter for him, until his fortunes finally turned recently.
The Calamityless True Saint had a good mindset. "It is no great matter. Whether one makes the list or not changes nothing now. We are going to deal with it anyway. To put it crudely: if it exists, we do not; if we exist, it does not!"
A small number of True Saints grumbled inwardly. You were already famous on the list, a "living dead man," so naturally you had thrown everything to the winds. But we have not yet been driven into a desperate corner.
From the bottom of their hearts, no one wanted to leave their name on that paper now.
Clearly, the Calamityless True Saint had jumped to conclusions.
Wu, You, Wuyou, and the others wore grave expressions but said nothing, because the words on the paper were not the names of True Saints at all. They resembled a set of information instead.
"Who recognizes them?" Gu Sanming spoke. Even this ancient giant demon who had lived for more than fifteen epochs did not recognize this mysterious script.
He looked toward the surviving giants of the Old Faction, for one of them should be an Old Saint who had lived even longer and ought to recognize secret scripts from every era.
The survivor stared at it and said, "This line contains no rules, no Great Dao texture. They are merely ordinary characters; one cannot even decipher