It was not divine script, which left him rather disappointed.
Could this writing, so different from divine script, be the ancient writing of the Devil Race?
What had the Devil Race's ancient era been like?
He discovered that there was not the slightest trace of memory in his mind.
Was it because he had never paid attention to such things, or because the books contained no records of them?
He turned to look at Leng Yuqing.
Leng Yuqing said, "What did you make of it?"
"Is this the ancient writing of our Devil Race?"
Leng Yuqing said, "We have no ancient writing. Our writing has been used continuously up to the present."
"Then this writing..."
Leng Yuqing said, "I asked Father and Madam. Neither knew this writing, nor did they know where it came from."
"Then where did we come from?" Leng Tieya said. "It is said that our ancestors used a Void-Opening Demonic Artifact to carve out this realm of heaven and earth. But where did our ancestors come from?"
"Who knows?" Leng Yuqing snorted. "No one knows."
"Would the Great Heavenly Demon Palace know?"
"...Hard to say. The Great Heavenly Demon Palace certainly knows more than we do."
"Then where did this stone slab come from?" Leng Tieya said. "Where did our Leng ancestors obtain it?"
"Why are you asking that? Don't tell me you want to find the other half of the slab. Stop dreaming."
Who knew how many Leng ancestors throughout the generations had entertained such thoughts, yet not a single one had succeeded.
The world was so vast, the Three Realms so boundless. Looking for such a small stone slab was harder than fishing a needle from the sea.
Some things, once lost, were lost forever. They could never be found again.
"Either find the