A Scythe

Humanity's existence in the long river of time on Blue Star was nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

He did not know whether these writings had been left behind by a known civilization.

Or by an unknown civilization on Blue Star, or perhaps, as he had suspected, this place had been left behind by aliens.

Ye Yuan's thoughts were a tangled mess, and it was difficult for him to tell.

After carefully examining the severely damaged characters on the stone pillars,

Ye Yuan was certain that these writings had not been left behind by any known Blue Star civilization.

He did not know much about certain ancient scripts, but he was not entirely unfamiliar with them either.

Ancient Egyptian writing, for example, was mostly based on hieroglyphs, while ancient Babylon used cuneiform.

Ancient India was even easier to identify, as it primarily used Sanskrit.

As for Huaxia Nation's ancient scripts, there were even more of them: oracle bone script, Jin Wen, zhou script, stone drum script, Small Seal Script, and so on. Though Ye Yuan did not know them deeply, he could still recognize them at a glance.

It could be said that the writing systems of the four ancient civilizations had formed Blue Star's ancient script system.

Yet the remaining writing on these stone pillars did not belong to any script system Ye Yuan knew.

The moment Ye Yuan saw these stone pillars, he knew that even if he gained nothing else this time, the pillars alone were already an enormous discovery.

With these stone pillars, Xu Hang probably would not remain obsessed with searching for mutated beasts, right?

After all, Xu Hang had come out to search for mutated beasts only because he wanted to prove that he truly was not greedy for mutated beast meat.