Chen Mu was thinking. Everywhere he looked, this grass-covered area was so different from its surroundings. The card fragments scattered everywhere, the metal device shaped like a round table, and the patterns carved into it that resembled structural patterns-all these clues seemed to come together to convey a message.
This was a place closely connected to "cards."
Cards had first appeared in certain religions. All of these religions had long histories, and their mysterious traditions were unknown to outsiders. In the eyes of ancient people, cards were filled with mysterious power, which had greatly helped these religions spread. In ancient times, any religion that had enjoyed a period of great prosperity or wielded widespread influence had pursued cards with extraordinary dedication. Not only ordinary people, but even members of those religions had been filled with awe toward this mysterious, miraculous power.
Only with Rosenberg's arrival had cards become an academic discipline, a comprehensive field encompassing energy, structure, perception, and more.
Could these be the ruins of an ancient religion?
This was the explanation Chen Mu considered most likely. Although he could not accurately determine the age of the card fragments, he felt they might have weathered even more years than had passed since Rosenberg's time.
Unfortunately, he was no expert in appraising ancient cards, so he naturally could not make an accurate judgment.
"Found them!" Alfonso's excited shout interrupted Chen Mu's thoughts.
Alfonso pointed to two spots and said to Chen Mu, "It should be here, and here. The marks in these two places are clearly different from the rest. As for which one is the starting stroke you mentioned and which is the finishing stroke, I have no idea."
But that was already enough for Chen Mu. He turned to Xivide. "Give me the Blue Moon Gun."
Xivide froze