Xixi shook her head and said earnestly, "Only someone with the First-Generation Angel God's bloodline can draw this sword. If we make another reckless attempt, we might trigger unpredictable consequences."
Chen Xiaojun added, "Yes. The power of this divine sword is beyond our ability to control."
Left with no other choice, they temporarily abandoned the idea of drawing the sword and continued exploring the other areas of the palace.
As their group entered the mysterious room, their eyes were immediately drawn to the stone stele at its center.
The stone stele had weathered the ravages of time, yet it still stood firm. Ancient writing covered its surface, seemingly imbued with a mighty power that radiated an awe-inspiring, mysterious presence.
Everyone stopped before the stele, their eyes filled with curiosity and reverence.
To most of them, however, the writing might as well have been a book from heaven, impossible to decipher.
Only Xixi and Chen Xiaojun had a gleam in their eyes, as though they could see through the mysteries of those words.
Watching their absorbed expressions, Zhu Wuneng could not help asking, "Young Master, what does the stone tablet say?"
His voice broke the room's silence, but Chen Xiaojun seemed not to hear him, remaining immersed in the writing on the stele.
After a long while, Xixi's dry voice broke the silence. "So that's how it was."
She seemed to have grasped something from those ancient words.
Chen Xiaojun also drew a deep breath and said with feeling, "I never imagined it would be this."
Shock gleamed in his eyes. Clearly, the stele's contents had exceeded his expectations.
Though their exchange was brief, it carried profound meaning.
The others could not decipher the writing, but they could sense that same shock from Chen Xiaojun's and Xixi's expressions.
They understood that