In Ye Tian's Sea of Consciousness, Little Spirit held a piece of paper that recorded the Desolate Text from Chu Han Ya's book.
"I should remember these characters!!"
"But why can't I recall them now, my head hurts!!"
Little Spirit shook its head back and forth while holding the paper to look at it.
"Why do these characters give me a feeling of fear, like I'm reluctant to remember their meaning."
Little Spirit murmured.
Outside.
The black gate was exquisitely crafted, the carvings were so extraordinary that they seemed like works of divine origin, perfect and lifelike.
The Old Dean's eyes seemed filled with fervor, almost to the point of pathological madness. He touched the black gate and muttered to himself, "It's here, it finally came!!!"
As Ye Tian was contemplating, he noticed the entire crowd rushing towards the black gate, even Lin Chumo, who had just tightly grasped his arm, ran forward.
"Chumo, why are you going over too!!!"
