"So that was that. We old fellows who had been dead for who knew how many years had no solutions now. Go have a private talk with this senior,"
Qian San continued:
"Come to think of it, we were quite pitiful too. We had stayed in here for so long, yet we had never exchanged a single word with this legendary founder. Even today, we did not know whether he was real or fake."
Qian San continued muttering to himself, but after a few sentences, he left, leaving this space to Lin Jun.
Before vanishing completely, Qian San solemnly turned back:
"I hope you can gain some enlightenment from this old senior. This world cannot go on like this. If it continues, who knew how many more worlds' lives would be destroyed here."
Qian San shook his head and finally disappeared.
The space fell silent at once. Other than the statue, there was nothing around him. The silence was terrifying; not a single sound could be heard.
Lin Jun raised his head again to look at the statue. They called it communication, but this thing before him was undoubtedly a dead object. How was Lin Jun supposed to communicate with it?
Lin Jun circled the statue for a long while, yet he could not think of any way to communicate.
Helpless, Lin Jun could only sit beneath the statue. Since he could not take the initiative to speak to it, he would quietly wait.
They could not possibly have brought him here just to look at this thing once. They were both human, after all; surely it had left behind some last words.
But at that moment, Lin Jun suddenly noticed a line of tiny characters carved beneath the statue.
Lin Jun stared intently at that row of tiny characters.