"King Yun, do you think... you could let us take a look too?"
Wu Bingqiong and the others rubbed their hands, their eyes gleaming as they stared at the silk in Yun Che's hand.
Yun Che smiled and casually tossed it over. "Look all you like! But learning it probably won't be possible."
Wu Bingqiong and the others turned it over and read it several times. Sure enough, they understood only its literal meaning and could not even approach the Divine Language Threshold.
Wuwang frowned. "To learn this Divine Word Art, you would have to completely switch to cultivating a source of the exact same origin as this Senior Xuanyi. Otherwise..."
Hearing this, Yun Jin cast an almost imperceptible glance at Yun Che from the corner of his eye. He knew Yun Che's Divine Hand very well.
If his guess was right, Yun Che had already successfully learned this terrifying Divine Word Art through the Divine Hand's forcible seizure.
He secretly clenched his fist, cursing heaven's unfairness. Why had it created such a talent, and why had it given it to Yun Che rather than him?
Just then, the valley floor suddenly began to tremble gently. The half-broken stone tablet engraved with "Divine Ruins" abruptly blazed with dazzling dark golden light. The previously level ground slowly split open, revealing a pitch-black stone stairway leading downward. An aura mingling decay and blood slowly drifted up through the crack.
"It looks like this is the bottom of the Divine Ruins. That demon source should be down there."
Yun Che looked toward the deep, dark entrance to the stairs. "The Extreme Flame Demon God and his two brothers were guarding outside because they feared someone would come in and touch this demon source. Since we're here, let's go down and have a look."