What the Hell Is All This Supposed to Say?

Somewhere, inside a house.

"These stories about Power That Cannot Be Controlled are spreading wider and wider these days."

"Those places once known as sites of divine intervention by the Tai Clan are now overcrowded."

"I just came back from there; there were definitely some lingering traces there."

As one person finished speaking, the other glanced outside and asked.

"Could it be definitively from here?"

"There are some similarities, but it's purer than this one."

"I suspect that this power may have emerged in other places as well."

As soon as the words were spoken, the person who had just asked the question narrowed their eyes slightly.

How confident are you in your guess?

"Not big."

The man thought for a moment and then said.

"It's likely just a mixed bag here. If there were a way to master only one aspect, that would certainly be achievable."

The person who asked the question nodded, slowly stood up, walked to the window, looked into the distance, and said.

"It seems another fish has slipped through the net."

"But this time, the Huaxia Sect has also gotten involved, which has complicated matters."

The person next to him pondered for a moment and then spoke.

"It's related to the Tai Clan again, which seems like a coincidence. But I'm afraid the Tai Clan is just a cover for this."

"If the person who controls this power is from the Huaxia Sect, then dealing with them will likely be extremely difficult."

"However, there's no need to worry."

The man turned his head from the window and said.

"A power like the Huaxia Sect couldn't possibly be unaware of, nor could he be ignorant of, matters concerning this force."

"Compared to us, those who are truly afraid of this power being controlled by others are probably the Huaxia Sect."

The other person smiled.

"But so many years have passed now, it's quite possible they've simply forgotten about it. After all, not all forces are as focused as ours."

The person who had spoken earlier nodded and said...

"Therefore, we still need to pay attention to their movements and see what their true purpose is in this matter: whether it's targeting the Tai Clan or if they are really plotting to seize Power That Cannot Be Controlled."

"If it's just to target the Tai Clan, that's fine, but if they really want to control..."

He gave a cold laugh.

"That would truly be digging your own grave."

A desolate land, beneath the surface.

Mu Fan's voice rang out, filled with emotion.

"This is truly a grand undertaking. Judging by the scale, it must have taken countless people and a great deal of time to create."

He has now surveyed most of the area.

Besides uranium and plutonium, there are other elements and corresponding materials that appear to be used to create these substances.

This scale is quite extraordinary.

Having observed so many things, he now had a general idea of what was going on.

Although it seems somewhat unbelievable, it also seems to make some sense.

That vast area must not have been built by cultivators.

Or to be more precise, it wasn't built by ordinary monks.

However, judging from the construction method, it relied entirely on manpower, which is similar to the construction method he used in his previous life on Blue Star.

Considering that kind of efficiency, building such a large area is quite an achievement.

Of course, compared to this large-scale production, building this place seems somewhat insignificant.

But I should say this...

"These guys really got away cleanly."

Shaking his head, Mu Fan couldn't help but mutter it again.

While he was observing and learning about the area, he was also looking for any remaining people or creatures.

I wandered around for so long and found absolutely nothing.

It looks like it's been abandoned, everything is neatly arranged.

But judging from the things left behind, it doesn't seem like they "left".

So...

Mu Fan looked around and couldn't help but say something.

"They've already embraced assembly line production, yet they haven't developed the good habit of keeping work logs?"

Despite his words, Mu Fan already had a rough guess in his mind, and this guess wasn't very good.

That means these people may have left some records or notes, but unfortunately, due to the passage of time, they have long since turned to ashes, so nothing can be found.

After some thought, Mu Fan continued to explore the remaining area.

Soon, Mu Fan arrived at a room that looked somewhat like a series of overlapping mountains.

Unlike other areas, this place is far from spacious; on the contrary, it feels like walking through bookshelves in a library.

There was only one road leading into the distance, while other roads branched off on either side, accompanied by walls rising from the ground.

"Could it be that we've found the right place?"

Mu Fan, who had been feeling listless, suddenly had a glimmer of light in his eyes.

At that moment, he turned around and looked at the nearest wall.

Upon seeing the words engraved on the wall, Mu Fan let out a long sigh of relief, his face filled with satisfaction.

"Okay, okay!"

"Luckily, you knew that carving words on stone would preserve them for a longer time, otherwise we would really be at a loss here today."

Mu Fan immediately began reading.

A moment later, Mu Fan's brows furrowed, and a hint of helplessness appeared on his face.

"What the hell is this? What the hell is written here?"

"After going through all that trouble to find this place, how come it's now evidence that I'm illiterate?"

Although a great deal of time has passed, it is normal for some texts to differ under such circumstances.

After all, even in the same era, these things will change for different races or even in regions that are far apart.

But for him, this was not a difficult task at all; he could simply leave the game running in the background and continue cultivating.

The problem now is that this thing doesn't seem completely incomprehensible, but it's also completely incomprehensible.

One of the languages he studied was actually a creation based on the languages he had studied, but in some unknown way, it was a mix of different styles.

Each part was familiar, but when put together, they looked completely unfamiliar.

After looking at it for a while, Mu Fan didn't continue looking.

If he's not mistaken, these words are very likely encrypted in some way.

In other words, they don't want people to understand it immediately; there must be some method to make it understandable.

"This is really..."

Mu Fan shook his head.

At that moment, I gave a shout.

"Tongzi, come here, write down all these written symbols. Make sure they are accurate."

The system responded and then got to work.

Mu Fan returned to the corridor, took out a recliner, sat down, and waited for the system to finish its work.

As the saying goes, "The righteous path is one foot high, but the evil path is ten feet high."

He wasn't sure if others understood these things.

But as for our Master, that's a different story.

These things may not have existed for as long as Master himself lived.