'There must be some treasure here. It might even be related to the Spirit Race. Otherwise, why would Demon Beasts be wandering around...'
Yi Tianyun frowned as he walked across the island, meticulously searching every nook and cranny.
The presence of the tombstone suggested that a great battle had once been fought here, and someone had fallen. There might be an actual tomb, or perhaps the stone was simply a memorial.
He circled the area, clinging to a sliver of hope, but found no entrance—only an endless expanse of forest.
'That's strange. I don't see anything. Could it not be in this area...?'
Yi Tianyun frowned, a wave of disappointment washing over him. 'Was this all for nothing?'
But he wasn't one to give up. After another circuit, he finally spotted small characters carved into several trees. It was the language of the Spirit Race!
'The language of the Spirit Race is carved on these trees. Let me try to decipher it...'
