Aside from Luo Nian, Luo Zheng had never seen anyone else read Sanskrit fluently. Even his own mother could not.
Naturally, Luo Zheng could not either.
Hoping to comprehend something from these golden Sanskrit characters was simply impossible...
Just as Luo Zheng was puzzling over this, the golden Sanskrit characters began spinning faster and faster. Under their rapid rotation, they flowed and spread like a bowl of golden liquid, forming a series of unique scenes!
Each scene existed for only an instant before vanishing without a trace.
Within the span of a breath, hundreds or even thousands of scenes appeared and disappeared, endlessly alternating with one another.
"These scenes are..."
Luo Zheng stared at the constantly changing images.
This time, Nine Five Two Seven remained silent...
Since Luo Zheng had been chosen by the Main Lord, he must possess something extraordinary.
If Luo Zheng lacked even this much insight, it could only prove that the Main Lord had chosen the wrong person.
Luo Zheng furrowed his brows tightly, staring fixedly at the rapidly shifting scenes before him as he pondered without pause...
Although Nine Five Two Seven's origins were unknown, it did not seem to lie. The bloodline divine ability it spoke of must be contained within these scenes.
How much he could comprehend would depend entirely on his insight.
After cultivating to the True God Realm, Luo Zheng's understanding of all kinds of divine abilities and cultivation techniques had also entered a new level.
Even the Three Thousand Divine Ways were merely manifestations of energy revealed through different methods!
Cultivating as a Desolate God was likewise another form of energy. It simply relied more heavily on inheritance, because a Desolate God's power did not come from himself, but from the energy extracted from countless desolate bones—in other words, Desolate