Elder Dragon Tomb

"..."

The atmosphere in the room was terrifyingly silent.

After introducing him, the warlock who had led the way could no longer bear the oppressive atmosphere and bowed his way out.

Yin Ming sensed that the other party's aura was powerful, but not so powerful that it was suffocatingly terrifying.

A lineage head was not usually the strongest person. The strong had no time to handle affairs while cultivating, but as the lineage's public face, their strength could not be too shabby either—roughly at the limit of the Second Ring or into the Third Ring.

"Bang..."

Croly Buggerlin did not waste words. Pinching a corner of the black stele between his thumb and forefinger, he flipped it upright as though turning over a playing card.

The stele was roughly 0.6 meters wide, 1.2 meters long, and 0.2 meters thick. Who knew what material it was made from? Its density was extraordinarily high; even the hard stone floor had been pressed several centimeters inward beneath it.

His narrow pupils turned toward Yin Ming as he asked, "Take a look. Is this Celestial Seal Script you recognize?"

Two strange characters were carved into the stele. Their structure and patterns were extremely similar to Celestial Seal Script.

Yet their writing style was incredibly casual. They had not formed the multiple fixed formats that made up a character's components. This was an even more ancient version of Celestial Seal Script.

Divine Script?

The Divine Script used by witch doctors to scrawl ghostly talismans?

"I recognize it! But I'll need a little time to decipher it."

Yin Ming could roughly guess what the characters were, much like someone accustomed to simplified characters could still recognize traditional ones upon seeing them, even if they could not write them.

But he still needed to confirm it further.