Liu Yu, Zhuo Mengzhen, and the others looked toward the sound, their gazes sharpening.
The inscriptions on the stone wall were variously neat and orderly, wild as soaring dragons and dancing phoenixes, or delicate and charming.
Others were scrawled like the indecipherable scribbles of ghosts.
These simple words carried the wills of Golden Core Cultivators before their departure, taking on a significance all their own.
Through the words, his spiritual perception sensed a host of different wills and thoughts rushing toward him.
Some took life and death lightly, some faced them calmly, and some pressed forward without hesitation.
Others revealed traces of fear toward death and helplessness before reality.
The inscriptions ranged from old to new, making their ages easy to judge.
The oldest had already become indistinct, likely left tens of thousands-or even over a hundred thousand-years ago!
Back then, the region now occupied by the Seven Kingdoms Alliance had still been ruled by the Righteous and Demonic Paths.
Some others dated from between ten thousand and several tens of thousands of years ago.
Although they had suffered varying degrees of decay and weathering, Liu Yu could still decipher them and understand their meaning.
The final group had been left within the past few thousand years. Judging by certain "fresh" inscriptions, some might even have been carved only decades ago.
"I raise my head to gaze upon the moon, yet Chang'an is nowhere to be seen."
This was the oldest inscription. Through a mixture of guessing and deduction, Liu Yu barely managed to decipher it.
Looking at the signature afterward, he faintly pieced together the two characters for "Tai Bai."
From this line, he judged that Tai Bai had lived not long after contact with Great Tang was lost, when longing for the Central Region still lingered.
"Nowhere in