The more mysterious and unfathomable Ye Lin appeared, the more he liked him.
If Ye Lin had nothing special about him, he would have liked him less instead.
Because the more mediocre one was, the lower one's achievements would be.
"Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Arts, Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Methods—good heavens, the Heaven-Piercing Earth-Severing Grand Formation. What a colossal undertaking."
"I was wondering why it looked a little familiar."
At that moment, Bao Xiaotou suddenly shouted. He slapped his thigh, his face full of shock.
"Everyone, every single one of these pillars records a kind of spell art. Moreover, the writing used for these records has been passed down from the Primordial Era—I can barely make sense of it."
"But without question, these pillars are the greatest treasure in this burial chamber."
Bao Xiaotou abruptly pressed himself against one of the pillars to study it, his hand constantly tracing the mysterious runes carved upon it.
"Good lad. I knew you were no ordinary fellow. Sure enough, you spotted the clue."
At that moment, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar's approving voice rang out.
Not a single one of the people Ye Lin had brought along was simple.
This fellow truly had a vicious eye for talent.
"You flatter me, Senior. I once obtained the formation-path inheritance of a great expert. This grand formation was recorded within that inheritance, and that senior's inheritance also contained all sorts of anecdotes passed down from the Primordial Era."
"Among them were these Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Arts and Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Methods."
Hearing the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar's praise, Bao Xiaotou scratched his head sheepishly.
"This is not something you can understand merely by looking at it. Comprehend it with your spirit, comprehend it with your heart. If you rely on your eyes alone, you will see no real meaning."