Imperial Cultivation

Chapter 656: Chapter 652: Divine Inscription

He struggled to suppress his curiosity and refrained from looking towards the four Divine Language symbols.

After glancing around the surrounding area, he stepped onto the staircase, made from bonded Green Bamboo, ascending to the Second Layer.

The Second Layer was a closed room, empty, with only one piece of furniture—the square table at the center.

This bamboo table was carved with dense patterns, the rich green seemed to be surging out.

He had never seen such vibrant greenery, it was consistently beyond imagination.

His gaze involuntarily fell on the Jade Pendant on the table.

A perfect triangular Jade Pendant, its length equal to his palm, with a strange pattern at the center.

Chu Zhiyuan instantly recognized it as Divine Language.

Upon seeing this strange pattern, it was as if a group of handsome men stood before a gigantic White Jade Triangle.

The perfect White Jade Triangle was flawless, crystal clear and smooth, as if carved from jade disc.

The triangular White Jade body rose a hundred meters high, making the handsome men standing before the pendant appear small.

They were arranged neatly, their formation a perfect triangle, vaguely aligning with the triangular pendant, as if the White Jade Triangle were to topple, it would precisely overlap the formation they stood.

They stood solemnly, murmuring softly, strange sounds echoed in Chu Zhiyuan’s mind.

Chu Zhiyuan instantly understood these were the pronunciations of Divine Language.

His eyes gleamed and he quickly regained clarity.

He faintly understood that Divine Language was not simple text, but a convergence of various information, containing scenes and sounds.

Had it not been for the impact of information explosion in past lifetimes, it would have been hard for him to imagine, let alone understand, the existence of Divine Language.

His curiosity grew stronger, stepping forward to the green table, reaching for the triangular White Jade Pendant.

A warm touch.

His eyes suddenly flickered.

In a trance, he found himself in a warm place, quiet yet dynamic, but all movements were subtle, as though being at the bottom of a lake.

His soul felt tranquil and peaceful, wrapped in safety, all worldly worries vanished.

Unconsciously, he realized where he was located, inside his mother’s womb.

He was a fetus, thriving and awaiting birth.

Unconsciously, scenes emerged in his mind, transforming into strange patterns one after another.

After an unknown amount of time, his eyes suddenly brightened with light and his ears heard: ”The descent!”

”The descent!”

”Another little one!”

...

Noisy voices echoed in his ears, he suddenly realized this was Divine Language!

He then awakened, his gaze confused and bewildered.

...

After a moment, his focus returned, regaining complete consciousness.

He understood what had occurred.

He had transformed into a fetus, receiving the inheritance of Divine Language.

Divine Language can be inherited, but cannot be externally transmitted, recorded in text, but cannot thus be taught to others.

Only unintentionally, not describable, no matter how hard one might try to convey.

Normal people cannot learn Divine Language, for it can only be passed to Innate fetuses.

”Buzz...” Suddenly, the triangular Jade Pendant vibrated as if it were about to soar.

Chu Zhiyuan’s expression slightly changed, fiercely biting into his finger, swiftly drawing strange patterns on the pendant with his fresh blood.

They were Divine Language symbols.

Each Divine Language symbol was exceedingly intricate, forming layers of dense patterns with his blood.

With each newly written symbol, it seemed to come alive as if layers of petals were constantly blooming, endlessly.

When nine symbols were completed, his face was pale, almost drained of blood.

All nine symbols came alive, seeming to merge instantaneously, becoming a new Divine Language symbol.

This was the endless mystery of Divine Language, distinctively different from regular text.

The new Divine Language symbol suddenly radiated, then hid within the pendant.

The pendant abruptly illuminated, transforming into a beam of light directed at Chu Zhiyuan’s brow.

At his brow, a faint triangle emerged, then gradually vanished.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

This could very well be the last piece of the inheritance Divine Mark on earth, it would truly be a shame if it flew away.

This inheritance Divine Mark was condensed by the Divine Race expert’s power.

Divine Language is transmitted through the bloodline inheritance method.

Yet, as the Divine Race is about to depart, the inheritance of Divine Language will be severed.

The Divine Race expert used Miracle Method to condense this piece of inheritance Divine Mark, passing on Divine Language, leaving it for those destined.

Now that this piece of inheritance Divine Mark has been acquired, the nine Divine Language symbols are akin to the Sacrificial Refining Method, merging it with himself.

But using the Sacrificial Refining Method to refine the Divine Mark is ineffective; only the nine Divine Language symbols can reclaim it for oneself.

As the Divine Mark merged with him, he faintly felt a peculiar sensation.

He discovered the Divine Mark was in an intensely thirsty state.

Super Sense Insight.

The triangular Jade Pendant still clearly manifested at his brow.

It was cool like water.

The cool sensation spread, as if immersing his mind into a spring.

The brain remained clear and calm, his thoughts became lucid and agile.

The Super Sense seemed to be strengthening as well.

He sensed the triangular pendant was absorbing his spiritual power.

He could control the absorption speed, let it fast as fast, slow as slow, but couldn’t stop it from absorbing entirely.

It seemed without spiritual power, it would thirst to death, it would completely perish.

Chu Zhiyuan thought for a moment and accelerated its absorption.

...

In a blink, it had devoured more than half of his spiritual power.

Chu Zhiyuan clicked his tongue.

Due to practicing Glazed Blade Scripture, the strength of his soul and his spiritual power far exceeded that of most people.

And after exterminating Evil Sect demons, destroying Evil Sect’s main altars, absorbing souls to enhance the Sword Soul.

In short, his spiritual power was vast.

It unexpectedly consumed half in one go, making Chu Zhiyuan increasingly curious about its intentions.

He concentrated on sensing the triangular pendant.

The next moment, a triangular White Jade Gate appeared three meters before him.

He didn’t rush to step through, but carefully scrutinized the triangular White Jade Gate.

Human height, its White Jade smooth and warm, within enveloped gentle white light, the material seemed indistinguishable from the Divine Mark.

Outside the Light Gate was a circle of soft light, presented in colorful hues resembling a rainbow encircling the White Jade Gate.

He reached out to touch it, real and vivid, this White Jade Gate was tangible and authentic.

This amazed him greatly, and with a thought, the White Jade Triangle Gate vanished.

He reached forward to touch, empty nothingness, as if the White Jade Triangle Gate truly disappeared.

Another thought and the White Jade Triangle Gate reappeared, when touched, still genuine and veritable.

Shaking his head in admiration, it was indeed profound, beyond his current understanding.

Let’s go inside and see.

He discovered himself standing atop a towering peak, pure white and sacred akin to Great Bright Peak.

A towering ten-meter human-shaped White Jade statue stood upon the imposing peak.

This statue was of a slender and elegant middle-aged man quietly overlooking from the peak.

His feet slightly bent, palms formed distinct handprints, gaze steady into the distance, as if watching boundless places.

Chu Zhiyuan Insight viewed around, only enveloping this statue and mountaintop ten-meter range, other places were obscured by invisible power.

He faintly felt this statue was peculiar, as if invisible power was infused within.

Then, spirit light flashed, he imitated this statue’s posture, forming identical stance.

Hands forming handprints, lips involuntarily emitting a strange syllable.

The next moment, violent power instantly flooded from above, directly down to his feet, as if shattering them.