Gou Jun said, "Everyone, you have overlooked one thing. These small characters may have been carved tens of thousands of years ago, but they were not necessarily left behind when the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall was flourishing."
Yang Yu said, "Fellow Daoist Gou Jun, you mean these small characters were carved after the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall was destroyed?"
"That is quite possible," Gou Jun said slowly.
"But why would the person who left behind this line of small characters do so? Could it have been to deliberately let people enter the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall?" Yang Yu asked.
Gou Jun gazed at the towering mountain gate archway and shook his head.
"That cannot be known. According to the scattered records in those ancient books, the Divine Blood Sect seemed to have vanished into smoke and ashes in an instant, as though all its disciples had disappeared overnight. Perhaps the person who left this line of small characters did not want the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall to remain buried here forever."
Other than the wind howling like ghosts weeping, the desert night held no other sound. It was deathly silent.
Under the cover of night, a mound of yellow sand suddenly stirred. Song Wen's head broke through the sand and emerged.
He looked toward the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall's mountain gate. Lan Chen and the others had already vanished without a trace.
Song Wen flew out of the sand and arrived above the mountain gate.
With a flip of his hand, nine small black flags appeared in his grasp.
Song Wen circulated his spiritual power, and the nine small flags immediately flew into the air, scattering through the surrounding yellow sand and encircling a hundred li around the mountain gate.
These nine small black flags were the formation flags