Divine Arrival

The monsters spoke in low voices.

As he listened to their conversation, Gu Qingshan suddenly realized something.

The monsters didn't think he could understand them.

After all, no cultivator throughout the Ancient Era had been able to communicate with monsters, and no one had understood their language.

But when Gu Qingshan had competed for the three Ancient Era divine artifacts, Xiao Xi had taught him a jade-green language card inscribed with the Ancient Language.

Xiao Xi had said that this was the common language of the gods and monsters in the Ancient Era. The gods had long since abandoned it, but because she was their powerful weapon, meant to fight the Ancient Monsters on the front lines, they had taught her the language.

No human had ever learned this language.

Gu Qingshan's thoughts flashed like lightning.

He simply remained seated cross-legged, silently hovering in midair without moving.

Unfortunately, after exchanging a few words, the monsters fell silent.

The Thirteenth Dungeon soon grew quiet again.

Only the blood covering the floor, nearly knee-deep, continued to flow.

Splash.

Splash.

Splash.

The blood flowed regularly, like a tide.

Gu Qingshan waited a little longer.

The three powerful Ancient Monsters still showed no sign of speaking again.

Gu Qingshan felt as if a cat were scratching at his heart—

Why had the three monsters stopped talking?

They could at least chat about something.

Even the most trivial conversation would help him understand them better.

Time passed.

The monsters never spoke.

Gu Qingshan's thoughts began to stir.

He suddenly opened his eyes and peered curiously at the floor.

"Strange. Where did all this blood come from? It's even submerged the formation leading to the next level. What a hassle."

As he spoke, Gu Qingshan formed a hand seal and drew the blood up from the