With doubts, Lu Li once again opened several other wooden plaques and saw names such as "Tianyuan City - Li Baixuan", "Elf - Yuri Chasing the Wind", "Molten Iron Hill - Solomon Sword" and other names.

"Yuri Chasing the Wind?" is the name of the old elf, and it seems that the beings whose names have been left on the wooden plaque have lived here. The buildings of different styles outside should be the products left behind by these people. ”

While thinking about it, Lu Li looked away, trying to find something other valuable in the ancestral hall.

Judging from the touch of the wooden plaques just now, the production of these wooden plaques should be significantly later than this ancestral hall, and more like the products of a hundred years.

Otherwise, the text on it would never have retained that clarity.

Of course, this is just Lu Li's speculation, and it is possible that these wooden cards have the characteristics of being immortal all year round.

A stone tablet in the corner attracted Lu Li's attention, he walked over, reached out to brush the dust and cobwebs on the surface of the stone tablet, and read the words on it with the help of the light that came in from outside the door.

The stele is more than three feet high and one foot wide, and is inscribed with fine characters on both sides.

Lu Li saw it very carefully, but a pair of rich sword eyebrows wrinkled more and more tightly as he read deeper.

On this stone tablet, it is recorded that the strong men of their respective forces are constantly looking for a way out in this place of divine sleep.

By the time the content on a stone tablet was completely read, Lu Li had some understanding of this place of divine sleep:

It was in the past, I don't know how many years ago, a group of exploration teams led by the Sumeru Sword Saint, gathered Tianyuan City, Yinhai Lin Family, and Elf Clan.

After crossing the bottom of Xingyue Lake, they came to this place that they named "the place of divine sleep".

The "Divine Sleeping Place", which is full of life and contrasts with the Nether, seems to have a powerful barrier separating space and time.

And there is no day and night in the place of divine sleep, which makes it impossible for the team members to escape, and at the same time, their perception of time has also become sluggish.

In the end, even the most advanced Sumeru Sword Saint couldn't tell how long he had been here.

Is it a hundred years, or a month?

No one can say a definite answer.

The content behind this stele records the attempts of the exploration team again and again, and the unsuccessful ending without exception.

This occupies a lot of space in the text of the stele, so that there is no blank inscription on this stele.

Lu Li, who was waiting to understand this lost history, searched around unsatisfied, and found the second stone tablet that was flat on the ground not too far from the first stone tablet.

Lu Li walked over briskly, and quickly dusted off the heavy dust covering the stone tablet with his sleeve.

Let the words engraved on it, after I don't know how many years later, reveal it again.

The content on the second stele and the content at the end of the first stele are not well connected.

This suggests that the makers of these steles may not have had experience in compiling such long-term records.

But it made Lu Li's reading a little difficult, but it wasn't impossible to read.

He sat down cross-legged and examined the stele carefully:

In the case of the initial search for a way out, the members of the exploration team are ready to stick to it for a long time.

They cut down trees to make shelter and hunted animals to feed their hunger.

In this place of divine sleep, which is full of unknowns, there does not seem to be an immediate and imminent danger.

It wasn't until Solomon Sword, a dwarven warrior from the Molten Iron Hills, who never returned after feeling a mysterious call from the depths of the forest and committing to an expedition to explore.

Such an experienced dwarven warrior disappeared into the forest like this, leaving no movement or clues.

The search for Solomon to the sword, like finding the exit to the Land of Divine Sleep, ended in failure.

While exploring in the same direction that Solomon Swordsword had been, more than one member of the exploration team felt the mysterious call.

If it weren't for the Sumeru Sword Saint who made the decision to terminate the search for Solomon and the sword, I am afraid that more members would have answered the call without realizing it, and finally disappeared into the depths of the forest, never to return.

When the members of the exploration team returned to the camp, they found that the mysterious and strong call had spread among everyone like a plague.

At that time, except for the Sumeru Sword Saint of the Sword Sect, Li Baixuan of Tianyuan City, and Lin Zhanshan of the Yinhai Lin Family, the pillars of the three major forces, they could resist the call and barely maintain their sobriety.

The rest of them are irrepressible, with an urge to gather the past deep into the forest.

Rope Bondage, Arcane Healing, Forced Stun......

Under the suppression of the three pillar-level powerhouses using various methods, they finally waited for the weakening of the mysterious call, and took the opportunity to migrate farther away.

Today's camp is the product of the twelfth migration.

At that time, the number of the exploration team had been reduced by more than half.

Seeing this, Lu Li couldn't help but think of himself, and the mysterious call that led him astray inexplicably before.

Whoop.

Two bird cries interrupted Lu Li's thoughts of continuing to read the contents of the stone tablet.

Lu Li looked towards the door, only to see that the red-winged bird was flapping its wings, hovering back and forth at the door, but it didn't dare to really fly into this ancestral hall.

Seeing this, Lu Li got up and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

The red-winged bird flapped its wings and landed at the door of the ancestral hall, spread one of its wings, and pointed very spiritually in the direction of the treehouse in front of it.

"Is Yuri Chasing the Wind waking up?"

Lu Li thought thoughtfully, but saw that the bird had already flapped its wings and flew first, so Lu Li walked quickly out of the ancestral hall and followed.

As soon as he approached the treehouse, the disgusting stench rushed into Lu Li's nose.

Fortunately, Lu Li held his breath in advance, and in three or two steps, he came to the door of the tree house and saw Yuri Chafeng who had woken up from his sleep.

The old elf laughed and said, "When people are old, their sleep is shallow, I think you should have seen those stone tablets, right?"

Lu Li nodded and said, "The bird you raised brought me over." ”

"Breeding, hehe, the red-winged bird is me, and it is a spiritual imprint that old Yuri has placed on him. Yuri Chase Wind explains.

Without waiting for Lu Li to speak, Old Yuri continued the question just now and continued, "Have you seen the first stone tablet?"

"The second piece, but I haven't finished reading it yet. Lu Li said truthfully.

A look of regret flashed on Old Yuri's face, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Alas, I'm almost dying, and my greatest wish before dying is to leave here and return to my hometown." I want to take another sip of the water of the Moon Spring, I want to take another sip of the fruit of the Ancient Tree of Knowledge, I want to ...... I want to ......"

Lu Li didn't interrupt the old man's chatter, he could already imagine the despair in the heart of the old elf clan in front of him.

Yuri Chase Windy gasped twice like a bellows, and waited for his emotions to calm down a little before continuing:

"Those steles record all the attempts made by our exploration team to escape from this place of divine sleep. As far as I know, there are six steles, and I participated in the production of the first four. By the time of the fifth stele, some of the poor people had gone insane, and the reasonably normal people had driven the madman out, and the camp was divided from then on......"

As he spoke, Old Yuri's voice grew lower and lower, and a dry, wrinkled head lit up again and again, as if it was about to fall into hibernation again.

But fortunately, Lu Li coughed in time, which allowed Yuri Chase Wind to regain his clarity and continued:

"For some reason, I was not able to participate in the production of the fifth stele, but this stele should not have too valuable content. ”

Old Yuri raised his thin, skinny arms, and pointed to his legs and his cloudy eyes with trembling eyes, and said:

"In order not to be attracted by that mysterious call, I took the initiative to break my legs, but the ruthlessness of the years also made me lose my light at the same time. I had no way of knowing what was on the sixth stele. ”

Lu Li said: "You can ask your companion to read it to you...... If they were alive at all. ”

Old Yuri tugged at the corners of his mouth again, revealing his trademark oozing smile, and said, "Of course they are dead, even my elf has grown old like this, what do you think they have left besides white bones?"