Published: March 3, 2025
Chapter 549: Inscriptions
Liu Yu, Zhuo Mengzhen, and the others turned their gazes towards the sound, their expressions sharpening.
The inscriptions on the stone wall varied from neatly written characters, to flamboyant strokes, to elegant and cute styles.
Some were hastily scrawled, resembling the scribbles of a ghost.
These simple words carried the intentions of golden core cultivators before their departure, giving them a different significance.
Through the text, and based on their spiritual perception, various wills and thoughts surged forth.
Some were indifferent to life and death, some faced the situation calmly, while others pressed forward without hesitation.
There were also those that emanated a hint of fear towards death, along with a sense of helplessness regarding reality.
The inscriptions varied in age; based on their condition, one could easily judge the time they were left behind.
The excessively ancient characters had become blurred, likely inscribed tens of thousands or even over a hundred thousand years ago!
Back then, this region of the Seven Nations Alliance was still dominated by both Orthodox and Demonic paths.
Some were left between tens of thousands to thousands of years ago.
Though they had undergone varying degrees of decay and weathering, Liu Yu could still decipher them and understand their implied meanings.
The last few were inscribed within the last few thousand years, and judging from some “brand-new” characters, they might have been written just a few decades ago.
“Raising my head to gaze at the moon, I cannot see Chang’an.”
This was the most ancient inscription, which Liu Yu pieced together with some guessing, barely managing to recognize it.
Looking at the signature at the back, he vaguely assembled the two characters “Taibai.”
Based on this sentence, he judged that the era of this “Taibai True Person” should not be far from when they lost contact with the Great Tang, still filled with yearning for the Central Domain.
“Wherever one goes, there are green mountains—Qingyun.”
From the characters, this must have been left behind by a golden core cultivator named “Qingyun True Person” tens of thousands of years ago.
In just a few short sentences, it was filled with an unwavering determination.
However, from the sparse words, Liu Yu saw something different.
From the initial nostalgia and longing, as the time interval increased, the “centrifugal force” between Tian Nan and the Central Domain grew stronger.
As time went on, fewer and fewer cultivators longed for the Great Tang!
The reason for their “unyielding march forward” was no longer for any great righteousness, but for their own paths, for the glory of their sects.
Within the sparse words left behind, some clearly and some vaguely indicated the reasons for their departures, a variety of reasons.
But gradually, the yearning and nostalgia for the Great Tang became an unstoppable trend.
Among the inscriptions from tens of thousands of years ago, there were already very few cultivators who mentioned the Great Tang and Chang’an.
In the inscriptions from the last ten thousand years, there was not even a mention of Baqiao willows or Xuanwu Gate.
The words left behind by cultivators mostly carried their own wills, no longer holding the nostalgia that once was, like the following sentence:
“A person’s heart is like a tree.”
“The more a tree yearns for light, the deeper its roots grow into the soil, into the darkness!!”
“Xuan Ye True Person”
The lines were filled with personal will and views on the path of cultivating immortality, to the point where it could even be considered extreme.
Based on the strong style, Liu Yu judged that this must have been left by a demonic true person from tens of thousands of years ago.
Just as he was thinking, Liu Yu had only been examining the stone wall for three breaths of time; after three breaths, he had already gathered all the information.
“Tap tap”
At this moment, Gao Jianhan from Crescent Moon Valley stepped forward first, a half-zhang long water-blue sword energy erupting from his fingertips as he began to inscribe on the stone wall.