"How do I learn the Great Wilderness Ancient Script...?"
Where could he learn it?
Who would teach him?
Mo Hua frowned. After thinking for a long while, he still had no clue.
Mr. Tu should have known it.
If Mr. Tu were still alive, if he were still learning things from him within the blood sacrifice grand array and "working" for him, and if their relationship were still in its "friendly phase," then perhaps he really could have sounded him out and asked Mr. Tu about the Great Wilderness Ancient Script.
But the problem was that Mr. Tu had already been blasted to death.
That possibility had been erased at its root.
Mo Hua pressed the Bone Slip to his forehead again and sensed its contents, but he was still utterly baffled.
Things like "writing" were rather abstract. If he did not know it, he simply did not know it.
Without a systematic inheritance to learn from, there was no way to know what kind of mental circuitry the ancient clansmen of the Great Wilderness had used to create and record this sort of writing.
Moreover, the Bone Slip contained only obscure ancient script, not diagrams of Array Patterns.
He had no idea where the so-called Wilderness Ancient Array diagram had been hidden.
With the situation unclear, Mo Hua did not dare act rashly. He feared that his Divine Sense was too powerful and his movements too rough, and that he might damage the Bone Slip.
Things had reached a stalemate.
"Should I ask Elder Xun?"
Mo Hua pondered inwardly.
Yet over the next several days, Elder Xun seemed to be busy with some major matter and never appeared.
Mo Hua had been "confined," unable to go anywhere for the moment, and could only clutch the Bone Slip and stare