Chapter 770: Chapter 768: Is it Difficult for the Primordial Orb to Acknowledge its Master?_1
Lin Qingluo’s eyebrows knitted slightly, “Shi Yu, where is the Primordial Orb? Can you sense it?”
Shi Yu nodded solemnly, “I can sense it. It’s at the altar in the deepest part of the underground.”
“Let’s go.”
Without any hesitation, Lin Qingluo cast an invisibility spell and disappeared along with Little Kingfisher and the Stele spirit.
Two hundred ters below the ancient ruins lay pitch-black darkness, eerily silent.
Lin Qingluo and the Stele spirit each held a Night Pearl, and they navigated through the scattered debris and bones on the ground.
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“What caused the destruction of this dynasty?”
Little Kingfisher had seen many scenes of bloodshed and was not afraid, but rather curious.
“A star from outer space flew towards the earth, causing a tsunami. In one night, the entire royal city sunk to the seabed, and no one escaped.”
The Stele spirit sensed Little Kingfisher’s gaze on him and explained with a darkened gaze.
“Didn’t you follow a few masters before? Why didn’t you leave this place?”
Little Kingfisher was full of doubt.
“They couldn’t make the Primordial Orb recognize its master.”
The Stele spirit appeared sowhat despondent, “After they passed away, the stele automatically returned to its original position in the ruins and continued to guard the Primordial Orb.”
Little Kingfisher showed a rare expression of surprise, “According to what you said, the Primordial Orb has not left this place for billions of years.”
“Yes.”
The Stele spirit nodded sadly.
“Is it difficult for the Primordial Orb to recognize its master?”
Little Kingfisher listened with a tinge of worry for its master.
“It should be about fate, I guess?”
The Stele spirit was not very sure, “The Orb has a Formation seal, as long as the master’s blood can successfully break the seal, the Orb can be obtained.”
“What kind of thod to break the seal is this?”
Little Kingfisher was confused, “You might as well bring all the people here and try whose blood can break the seal one by one.”
“Ahem.”
The Stele spirit was embarrassed, his cheeks flushed red.
“Yin’er, there seems to be a relatively intact hall up ahead. Let’s go in and take a look.”
Upon reaching several hundred ters underground, Lin Qingluo suddenly made a discovery and showed delight.
“Great! Finally, we can find so treasure.”
Little Kingfisher’s small eyes sparkled, and it fluttered its little wings excitedly.
“Humans’ pursuit of wealth has never changed since ancient tis.”
The Stele spirit suddenly beca sentintal. It couldn’t understand why a person and a bird would be so happy to see an abandoned hall.
“We have discerning eyes for treasure-hunting; there’s no point without treasures.”
Little Kingfisher was unhappy and puffed up its cheeks in retort.
“I spent 110,000 taels of silver to buy you back; how can I not make so interest?”
Lin Qingluo was also completely righteous.
“Uh.”
The Stele spirit’s face turned red again, rendered speechless by the one person and bird’s righteous words.
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It was pitch black inside the great hall, so dark that one couldn’t see their own hand in front of them.
Lin Qingluo cast the Fire Spirit Technique, sending out a series of fireballs that ford a circle and floated above their heads, illuminating the area within 100 ters clearly.
The fireballs followed her footsteps, revealing the interior of the great hall gradually.
Scattered ancient jade artifacts mixed with countless debris and bones covered the ground. The mural carvings on the ceiling were severely damaged, but from the few remaining patterns, one could make out the shapes of ancient totems.
“Is the totem carved on the cauldron a Flood Dragon?”
Lin Qingluo picked up a sowhat intact bronze cauldron from the ground, wiped the dust off its surface, and looked uncertainly at the Stele spirit.
“Nine-clawed Snake.”
The Stele spirit answered without hesitation, “It hasn’t evolved into a Flood Dragon.”
“Why is their totem a snake?”
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