Luo Zheng was fairly familiar with Sanskrit.
The instant this Sanskrit character appeared, Luo Zheng recognized it.
The overall structure of this Sanskrit character was extremely rounded, each stroke resembling a tadpole, yet its framework was extraordinarily complex!
A single Sanskrit character often contained thirty or forty strokes!
The greatest purpose of a race's written language was to pass down its culture. Generally speaking, the simpler the writing, the better it was. After all, learning a written language required a massive investment of time. If the writing was simple and easy to understand, it was naturally easier to learn.
Along the way, Luo Zheng had come into contact with quite a few races and had seen their written languages to varying degrees, but he had never seen any race whose writing was as complex as this Sanskrit.
By this reasoning, the race that used this Sanskrit had to be an exceedingly powerful intelligent race. Perhaps this race existed within the Godly Domain...
The golden Sanskrit character merely flashed briefly before vanishing completely. At that moment, Luo Zheng suddenly discovered that the main group was getting farther and farther away from him.
He slightly furrowed his brows, sensing something strange.
In the darkness, it was impossible for everyone to be moving so quickly...
Realizing that something was amiss, Luo Zheng quickened his pace and hurried after them.
As he pursued them, Luo Zheng could hear their low voices, including He Zuowei, Han Liusu, Thunder Toad, Gong Yu, and the others, all speaking quietly about something. Yet those voices grew fainter and fainter, meaning they were getting farther and farther away from him.
"Gong Yu! Thunder Toad! Han Liusu!" Luo Zheng shouted.
But the people ahead showed no reaction. They continued speaking in low voices and kept receding into the distance.
"This..."