Everyone who had made it here and left words on the stele was a remarkable powerhouse who had dazzled an entire era!
Chen Dao had said it so casually, but Jiang Nan knew better than anyone how difficult it was to develop a spiritual art from scratch!
The Chen Family's ancestor had once been a trailblazer, too!
Jiang Nan's scalp tingled, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth!
Ancestor, the spiritual gauze you developed has been completed, and plenty of people are practicing it now!
Who knows how many lives it has saved!
If you knew, you'd surely be glad, wouldn't you?
Though your descendants might be just a little underwhelming...
Chen Dao was the last person of that era to leave an inscription!
Below his words were characters carved in strokes as sharp as iron and silver hooks!
They had been written by the same person who had drawn the two innermost circles of the spell formation!
Jiang Nan glanced at them and let out a long breath. Thank goodness the tower hadn't gone crooked!
These were the words Oracle God had left behind, written in the Aisnuo language. Jiang Nan had studied it before, so he recognized it at a glance!
They read:
Following in the footsteps of our predecessors, we came to the moon. We do not know whether we will win or lose, nor what lies ahead! We have failed our honored ancestors!
The force that severs all spiritual energy has begun to rise! The chances of victory are slim. Perhaps there is no chance left at all! Here, we will keep the spark alive and pass on the flame!
If we do not fail, I am willing to sacrifice my flesh and blood, and burn this body to ash, to bring peace