After months of study, Zhao Li could finally match the written characters with their sounds and meanings.
He recalled the two towering stone pillars before the great hall of the Ruins, and the two lines of large characters carved upon them.
Though Zhao Li did not understand their meaning, he could feel a grand, majestic air from them, a bearing that looked down upon all beneath the heavens.
Once Zhao Li deciphered the writing on the stone pillars, his heart lifted with joy.
The deciphering of this passage confirmed for him that this place and the Ruins in the outside world did indeed share the same lineage.
Zhao Li continued to try. The words written on the stone shelves were "Historical Miscellany," "Condensing Qi," "Gathering Qi," and so on—precisely categories for the stored books.
Zhao Li found it a pity. He did not know where the documents on the stone shelves had gone. Otherwise, he might have learned many Ancient Secrets.
After deciphering the words he had memorized earlier, Zhao Li grew even more curious.
These Ruins should have held an immensely powerful inheritance.
Shaking his head, Zhao Li stopped thinking too much. He had already stayed here for nearly half a year. Apart from matters concerning the Emperor Lord, Zhao Li felt he had more or less finished exploring.
In any case, he had already learned the writing and language of this world. It was time to look elsewhere. He planned to leave for the time being.
He already knew that this world still had many villages like this one. Above the villages were towns, and above the towns was the Imperial Court.
Since there were other places, Zhao Li naturally had to take a look. At the very least, Zhao Li still had no information about the Black