Where is the Lord of Death?
How about those Lords of Time? They are definitely not idle. They have more years than the Lords of Death, from the Nine Bases War to the present.
Lu Yin narrowed his eyes and walked step by step in the dark ancient city. Looking at the many words, his consciousness continued to cover them. He found that through his consciousness, he could distinguish the importance of the method of using power represented by these words.
It's not that the words have changed, but that the Lord of Death's mood when he carved the words is reflected on the wall, and his consciousness can tell which words are carved deeply and which words are carved shallowly.
Lu Yin paid close attention to the deeply engraved text. Many of the explanations on how to use power made his eyes light up.
Unconsciously he was fascinated.
Looking at those text introductions, I kept simulating the use of power in my mind. It is not that simple to be noticed by the Lord of Death.
After a long time, Lu Yin withdrew his gaze. Among them, there was master-level cognition. This cognition was not necessarily the cognition of the civilization where the text was written. It could also be the Death Lord's own opinions, which were engraved on it along the way.
To be honest, I can't look at it this way, and I can't study it, otherwise it will waste too much time.
Each master has his own cognition. As the Grand Palace Master once said, the masters are not very good at communicating with each other because they have different understandings of the universe.
If he wanted to thoroughly study all the ways to use these powers, Lu Yin estimated that he would only get further and further away from getting further because there were too many.
Finally, he focused his gaze on the end of the corridor deep in the ancient city, where the Lord of Death had made a profound mark, but it was not the method of using power, but two sentences.
The first sentence is-"Everything is only in balance!"
The second sentence is - "Everything starts from zero, starts with creation, and creation will eventually return to zero again."
The two sentences were deeply engraved on the wall by the Lord of Death. The edges of the writing were smooth, as if they had been touched and smoothed countless times. You can imagine how much the Lord of Death valued these two sentences.
Lu Yin stood in front of these two sentences for a long time, imprinting them deeply in his mind, and then walked towards the deepest part of the ancient city, to the end of the corridor.
Across the corridor, there stands a cloud of smoke that seems to be carved by the power of death on the black earth. This smoke cloud is also black, which is different from the black of the entire Silent Sea Death Realm. The black here has a mirror of death, eight sides of death.
The mirror extended out from the bodies of the eight dead creatures, holding up the smoke and clouds.
Lu Yin walked step by step toward the smoke and clouds, rolling in death. He felt the familiar oppression in the smoke and clouds, which was the method of holding the heavens high.
No way.
Could it be that this is a way to support the heavens?
Lu Yin looked at it with wide eyes, raised his hand, and touched the smoke. The next moment, the Silent Sea of ​​Death was rolling, as if a huge thing was about to walk out. Lu Yin frowned, and soon relaxed. The surroundings were surrounded by darkness, and eventually it would
He drowned.
It is indeed a great way to support heaven.
Chapter completed!