The material was neither Profound Iron nor any ore he recognized. It felt icy cold to the touch, with faint Soul Power fluctuations emanating from it.
He slowly felt his way along the wall and discovered that it was vast, stretching into the darkness on both sides with no end in sight.
After feeling around for a while, his fingertips touched several protrusions on the wall. They were not naturally formed lines, but traces carved by human hands.
He slowed down and examined them carefully, discovering that the protrusions were arranged in an orderly pattern, forming strange symbols. They resembled some kind of writing, yet differed from the script of every race he knew.
Lin Taichu's heart stirred. He pressed his palm against the wall, circulated his Soul Power, and slowly poured it into the writing.
The moment his Soul Power touched the writing, the raised symbols faintly lit up, giving off a dim gray glow. Though it could not illuminate the surrounding darkness, it allowed him to clearly see the shape of every character.
He focused intently and carefully identified the writing. The characters were ancient and bizarre, their strokes twisted, yet they followed a peculiar pattern.
Lin Taichu had studied ancient texts from various races and possessed some understanding of ancient writing. After spending nearly half an hour deciphering it word by word, he finally understood its meaning.
The writing did not record any secret. It was an incantation—an incantation capable of lifting the dark Restriction.
According to the writing, this darkness was a Restriction established in ancient times to conceal the secret at the summit of Supreme Peak. This incantation was the key to breaking the Restriction. Only by chanting it could one disperse the darkness and see the truth within.
Lin Taichu memorized the incantation and