Chapter 1118: Scattering the Turbid Mist from Heaven
Inside the flying vessel's main cabin, the instant Ban Lan heard the other party recite that passage in a spiritual language, an inexplicable feeling came over him. It seemed that the words being spoken would inevitably become reality.
It was not just him. As He Li listened to that voice, a strange feeling also welled up in his heart. It was as if, even if the other party had fallen silent after uttering the first spiritual word, the entire sentence would still have entered his mind intact—as though a single syllable could convey everything.
He was a cultivator. The Dao he pursued was the principles of the world. Yet the power contained within those words lay beyond the bounds of his understanding, clearly belonging to a level even higher than the Upper Layer. This did not come from the divine being before them, but from the sentence itself—or perhaps from the unique power of the object it described.
Could mere description possess such divine wonder?
Wariness rose within him.
After White Bird finished speaking—or rather, after he had passively finished reciting—it seemed he too had been affected by that power. Only after a while did he recover, saying in a deep voice, "You two should have received my sincerity."
Ban Lan pondered inwardly. He felt that he could repeat those words, and repeat them with absolute accuracy, because the instant he heard them, they had already been branded into his consciousness.
But this also proved that the other party had provided something of a certain value.
From those nearly prophetic verses, he could roughly guess that some divine monster or alien god possessed of immense power would awaken in the future. The place of its awakening might be in the sea, and