The years are relentless, leaving mottled marks on the stele.
Five thousand years have passed, and this stele hasn't turned into a fossil. There must be a secret behind it.
Without hesitation, Yi Lin seized the moment when thousands of flying swords in the Sword Tomb were left shaky under the mental attacks of the Thought Forms, and came before the Wordless Stele of Heaven, pressing his palm onto it.
The next second, Yi Lin triggered a switch, and corresponding characters appeared in front of him.
...
[Decoding in process...]
[Working hard on decoding...]
[Making great efforts to decode...]
[Beep.]
[Decode successful.]
[You finally found this place.]
[This is Message #3.]
"Number three? Where's number two?"
Seeing this, Yi Lin felt puzzled, but he knew his question was destined to remain unanswered. He could only patiently continue reading.
[A very, very, very, very long time ago,]
[I was born.]
[Along with my birth, Paradise was born as well.]
