"Who are you?"
Zhang Yang blinked and pretended not to understand. In fact, he really shouldn't have understood. Without the language pack left behind in the Village Building Order's main body, all he heard would have been gibberish and bird chatter.
However, the leader wasn't surprised by this situation at all. He nodded, and the old man once again took out a jade-green leaf, signaling for Zhang Yang to hold it in his mouth.
In an instant, it was as if divine inspiration had been poured over him, and he grasped a full four languages.
They were the Multi-Ear Human Race's Grey Leaf Language, the Multi-Ear Human Race's Black Eye Language, the Multi-Ear Human Race's Yellow Leaf Language, and the Giant Que Divine Race's Divine Race Language.
What made him tremble with excitement, however, was that the so-called Divine Race Language of the Giant Que Divine Race looked far too much like the language of the Abyssal Demon Tribe—and not just any version, but the oldest and most powerful version, the Ancient Demonic Language!
"Now you understand what I'm saying, right? Tell me, which Sequence did you come from?"
The male leader asked Zhang Yang in Grey Leaf Language.
"I—I came from the Third Sequence. I was trying to sneak across, but the ship capsized. Oh, an Ancient God woke up and overturned the ship, so I sank to the bottom of the sea and ended up here."
Zhang Yang answered haltingly. Everything he said was true, except that he had left out the most important part in the middle.
"An Ancient God? Which Ancient God?"
Sure enough, the leader's attention was drawn away.
"I don't know, but I vaguely heard a chant. It seemed to say—'Ancient Ash, Long Wind of the Firmament, Ruins of Time, Master of Thunderous Fury