The book before Yu Yuan crumbled to dust and vanished into the void.
A bright light flashed before his eyes.
On the Virtual Light Screen, the symbol of the Spellcraft Civilization Universe within his Transcendent Dimension Talent, Epitaph of Civilization, glowed gray. The epitaph count changed from [0] to [1].
A closer look revealed a riot of colors hidden within the gray light, like a ray of hope appearing in the darkest, most desperate night.
The Epitaph of the Spellcraft Civilization Universe had finally taken shape.
Clear information appeared before Yu Yuan.
The epitaph had three passages.
They were the [Inscription of Remembrance], the [Inscription of Summoning], and the [Inscription of Inheritance].
They represented remembrance of the Spellcraft Civilization Universe, the summoning of its mighty, and the inheritance of its civilization's will and knowledge.
Yu Yuan's gaze passed over each inscription.
These were the last words the Spellcraft Civilization had left in this world.
Finally, his gaze settled on the last passage, the [Inscription of Inheritance].
[If you have come this far, then we have not been forgotten] [The universe gave us two choices: be silent or die] [We chose a third path: to die fighting and leave behind this tomb] [We could not bear for every spell to serve only submission] [We could not bear for all our knowledge to be forgotten in the end] [So] [If you still believe in spells, you can still chant them] [If you still believe in civilization, it can still rise] [If you still believe the darkness can be pierced] [Then take our knowledge] [Our runes] [Our blood] [Our bones] [And our deaths] [Then...] [Do what we could not] [Make a civilization the light that never goes out in the universe]
As Yu Yuan read the epitaph, he could almost see