"Stone Mama, can't you look back through history...? Tell me the story of this place."
Stone Mama remained silent. This wasn't the Flamehorn Civilization. How was it supposed to know the precise history?
Of course, with enough written records, it could indeed decipher the corresponding language and writing system and understand their contents.
It could even fish a short stretch of actual history out of the river of time and turn it into a Spirit Language illusion!
"All right, all right, I know you're amazing."
"If the people who built this place really are gone, I'll be counting on you to dig up their legacy!"
Zhang Ming had no idea where this "luxury sports car" was taking him. It simply raced along the tracks. He estimated its speed at around a hundred and fifty kilometers per hour-pretty fast.
The lights inside the stone passage, however, grew dimmer and dimmer.
Most living creatures were species that lived in sunlight. Clearly, this enormous High Tower wasn't meant for habitation. Anyone who stayed here too long would end up with psychological problems.
After speeding along for half an hour, the car brought Zhang Ming into a circular room.
Zhang Ming saw a person!
A man!
He stood roughly two meters tall, with tawny skin and bare shoulders. A blue, diamond-shaped crystal sat in the center of his forehead.
The man held a spear and said something incomprehensible: "Asibala talado!"
But Zhang Ming frowned, looking faintly bewildered, because this creature... wasn't alive?
The man seemed to be some kind of phantom, yet he could affect reality through some means. After all, the spear in his hand was real.
"What's he saying?"
Stone Mama repeated, "Asibala talado!"
As the Spirit Language reached his mind, its meaning emerged: "Tea Valley, a capable warrior under Red Peak,