"Just in time!"
Seeing the intelligence in Shen Lian's hands, Wan Changzheng and Zhao Yan's eyes lit up, their earlier argument instantly cast to the back of their minds.
Wan Changzheng asked impatiently.
"Spit it out! What kind of inheritance is it? An unparalleled divine weapon? Or some invincible cultivation technique?"
Shen Lian did not answer immediately.
This famously icy beauty merely walked expressionlessly to the big screen and connected the tablet computer in her hand to project its display.
"See for yourselves."
Her tone was cold, every word precious as gold.
The screen lit up, revealing a high-definition survey image from the site.
It showed a hidden cave ruin deep within the Polar Icefield, blanketed in ten-thousand-year mystic ice.
Rows upon rows of armor, each with a different form and an awe-inspiring presence, had been painted onto the weathered, mottled rock walls.
Some sets of armor were wreathed in blazing flames, some seemed forged from ice itself, while others carried the weight of the earth.
Beneath every set was a passage of ancient writing, along with a corresponding percentage.
"After analysis by the Think Tank, as well as comparisons with a large number of ancient texts discovered at the site."
Shen Lian pointed at the writing on the screen and explained coldly.
"That unknown language consists of 'chanting incantations,' used to activate and summon the armor itself."
"As for the percentages beneath them..."
Shen Lian paused.
"They are strict requirements for bloodline concentration."
"For instance, this set of 'Red Lotus Dragon Armor' requires a concentration of thirty percent. This set, 'Wrath of the Earth,' requires fifty percent."
Wan Changzheng and Zhao Yan followed Shen Lian's finger upward with their gazes until, finally, they locked onto the very top of the mural.
There was a set of armor painted there,