The trembling of the soul.

From the moment he stepped into this land, in addition to the twelve monstrous breaths, Zhang Xiaopang felt a trembling sensation from his soul.

It seems to be excitement.

For some reason, Zhang Xiaopang always felt as if something was calling him.

It's familiar, but it's also unfamiliar.

Zhang Xiaopang has never encountered this situation, and he has never heard of it.

With a few people who came in with him, Zhang Xiaopang groped around for a look at this unfamiliar area.

Eventually, however, they stopped at the foot of the thirteen islands, and in front of them, there were twelve ladders leading straight to the islands.

"Is this summoning coming from the main island at the top?"

Judging from the results of exploration, although this world is vast, it is boundary. In addition to the loess and dense forests, the only real signs of life and civilization are the thirteen islands above the cloud ladder.

And it was from the island above that he was summoned to the soul.

Every time I get close to that direction, there is a rush from the soul, as if I am about to see something that has been lost for a long time.

"Where did Gabriel's men go?"

Of course, foreign objects could not affect Zhang Xiaopang's intention to come here, and he quickly began to look for the traces of the person who stepped here the moment before.

Zhang Xiaopang took out a small instrument from his arms and held it high above his head.

In an instant, a complex data graph was displayed on the instrument's data sheet. After staring at the picture carefully for a while, Zhang Xiaopang raised his head and took a few steps towards the ladder decisively.

After he took a few steps towards the ladder, the data sheet of the instrument changed with it.

"That's right, that's the way they go."

Looking up at the ladder, Zhang Xiaopang smiled.

This instrument is called an air purity meter, and it is a thing that is not usually used at all.

In normal times, the effect of only measuring the purity of the air is enough for many people to discard, after all, it is useless, and it is too much space to hold.

But in this enclosed space, this thing has become an artifact for tracking people.

People will smell on their bodies, especially in this closed world, and the smell of outsiders will affect the air here.

As long as an outsider has visited, the air purity value of this place will change linearly, and it will be clear at a glance.

Of the twelve ladders, only one has a numerical change.

Naturally, that ladder was the path taken by the Sages.

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Xiaopang suddenly turned around and said.

"Execute Plan B, and quickly retreat to the first level when you're done."

When the words landed, these people nodded and started different things in unison, as if they had been agreed in advance.

The three of them were tinkering with something in the dirt.

One of them tied something to the edge of the stone.

……

These behaviors are extremely incomprehensible actions in the eyes of ordinary people. Except for Zhang Xiaopang, no one knows what these will be for.

Zhang Xiaopang looked at the entourage of the homework and nodded.

Although they are all borrowed from the Xiao family, the execution efficiency is indeed much stronger than the non-professionals he has cultivated himself.

After watching for a while, Zhang Xiaopang no longer hesitated, stared at the several floating islands in the sky, a ruthless color flashed in his eyes, and resolutely stepped on the ladder.

……

"Husband, did you walk this path last time?"

On an island in the sky, Fu Ji and the others were caught in a discussion.

The place where they stood at this time was the highest point on the entire island, and the only point of all the roads on the island.

And not far in front of them, there was a high and raised hillock.

Not hills.

It's a mound of graves.

A pitch-black sword-like inscription was inserted into the mound, with the same jet-black lines carved on it.

No one knows how old the mound is or who is buried in it. And yet, they know.

This is something that exists in the bronze tower, and it is absolutely insignificant.

"All the islands we explored all last time. The situation of each of the islands here is much the same as this one, and there is nothing but a mound. ”

The husband shook his head and explained.

Twelve islands, twelve mounds, and the majesty felt below is also coming from here.

Everyone can guess that there must be an invisible connection in it.

"There are only twelve islands, and the highest islands are isolated by space forces, and the cracking point is definitely on these mounds."

After pondering for a moment, the Demon Saint Old Lady raised her head and said solemnly.

Immediately, her gaze shifted slightly, and fell to the two old men who were pondering on the mound, and said in a deep voice.

"Can't you decipher the words on the tombstone?"

An old man turned his head, took the text board covered with various letters in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said.

"It has been largely deciphered, and it is an Old English script from the fifth century AD."

After the last time the husband and others returned in vain, according to the useful information they brought back, this time they specially brought some archaeologists who specialize in writing.

"Can you pronounce it?"

At this time, a sunny young man in the back slowly walked out of the crowd and said with a smile. A handsome face, holy wings, a golden halo, who else but Gabriel.

"Naturally."

The scholar nodded to the other scholar behind him, and then, with his eyes narrowed, slowly read the record in his hand.

"The wickedness of the abyss, the gift of the lake. The power of the elves shelters the light of the holy sword. When the blood stains the flames red, it brings a monstrous demonic ......"

The old man slowly read these bitter and difficult words in the most direct form, but even so, everyone was still ambiguous and did not understand half of it.

“…… Although it is the same name as the holy thing, he hates his sorrow and his blood, so he is a demon. ”

After translating and reading all the inscriptions, the old man breathed a sigh of relief.

"What the hell is this about!"

In the crowd, a man suddenly said in a deep voice.

The identity of this person is one of the two sages in Cloud City, named 'Jiang Hai', who once killed three desolate beasts of the same level alone, and his record is proud.

"Is this inscription a little different in translation due to the wear and tear of the years?"

Ye Cailing frowned slightly, and muttered softly in her red lips.

(ps1: The second one is coming, the third one is going to be postponed, there are discrepancies in the information, and tomorrow you need to go to the Shanghai Book City to find out if there is any relevant information.) ）

(ps2: Take a day off tomorrow, run the book city in the morning, busy helping people move in the afternoon, and it is estimated that it will be twelve o'clock in the morning when you go back, and you won't have time to code words, so put it on Sunday.) ）

(PS3: Thank you for your recommendations: Mad Pig Jumping, Nocturne, Blue Qianmo, Cold Summer, Renhao001 Death in the Sun.) The under-update chapter is fourteen chapters, not much to say, three more every day from next Monday~)