Forty Millenniums of Chapter 1220 - Pangu’s Roar!

Chapter 1220: Pangu’s Roar!

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

But there was no ti!

Professor Mo Xuan was himself an experienced adventurer. He had scanned the corpse from inside and outside and ensured that there was absolutely no sign of life before he actually touched it.

Also, before Li Yao shouted, the professor felt sothing wrong himself and aborted operating the artificial arm in ti when it was still one milliter away from the dead body of the Pangu Clan.

However, the dead body seed to be ‘revived’. Brightness was spurting out of every gap on the armor. The previously lackluster colors beca vibrant again, as if an invisible barrier had been broken!

For a mont, everybody saw the sa illusion. The warrior of the Pangu Clan seed to have been awakened from millions of years of dormancy and was lunging at Sparkle unstoppably, waving his six arms and thick tail!

Before anybody had ti to react, he had already crashed into the spiritual shield of Sparkle. The console was uttering such deafening alarms that they were even louder than when the starship was hit by the teoroid cascade after the space jump!

Boom!

In 0.1 seconds, the spiritual shield surpassed its limits, and the unit exploded!

In the explosion, the shield around Sparkle was much brighter than before, turning from the previous ivory to deep red!

Thankfully, they had aid the head of the starship at the corpse in the beginning, and the drill of mystic rays on the head, having just drilled through the teoroid ocean, was also standing by. Professor Mo Xuan responded quickly and activated the drill with a bellow!

Dazzling sparks burst out as the drill pushed forward. The warrior of the Pangu Clan was imdiately disintegrated into cosmic dust. The high-energy particle flow pierced Sparkle and everybody on board!

Sparkle was shaking violently like a bird whose wings were broken in a storm.

Li Yao felt that a raging river of magma, passing millions of years and millions of lightyears, poured into his brain, bringing him infinite fear, fury, hatred, and desperation!

The prival mories hidden deep inside his brain cells awakened again.

He seed to envision countless bizarrely-shaped giants in the sa armor as this warrior’s flying and fighting in space!

The dark universe was soon brimming with colorful blood. Even the cold space was simring because of their fighting will. It was a vacuum, but the thunder made of billions of roars were clearly audible!

Pu!

Li Yao vomited a mouthful of blood. He felt that his head was ten tis its normal size, and he could barely condense a telepathic thought.

His brain might explode if he did!

Touching his face, he discovered that dark red blood was leaking out of his pore!

“Moo!”

The dead body of the Pangu Clan was gone. However, from the deepest part of the dust, a magnificent, imnse, and solid roar ca over and swept across the whole of Sparkle!

Trendous rune arrays inside Sparkle exploded. The units all lost their effect, lights were flickering on and off, and fire seed to have consud the ship!

The ‘storm’ lasted about one minute.

But it was not until ten minutes later that the three explorers and four star spirits gradually cald down from the chaotic state of their souls.

The automatic maintenance system on Sparkle had begun working a long ti ago and doused the fire. The damaged shell was fixed, too. However, the broken units that were too complicated required manual work to be repaired.

The starship was only seventy-seven percent intact. The spiritual shield had suffered the most damage. It would not be able to work again without a few hours’ maintenance.

All seven of them were dizzy and unable to talk, still dwelling in the vast prival battlefield.

“It’s… part of the undying will of the dead body that didn’t disperse after millions of years. Attracted by the spiritual waves of Sparkle, it suddenly burst out!” Professor Mo Xuan analyzed, not entirely recovered from the shock. “To quote the ancient Cultivators, the warrior of the Pangu Clan must’ve ‘died with his eyes open full of hatred’. We have just suffered from the blast of his hatred!

“Thankfully, the spiritual shield of Sparkle was powerful enough to withstand most of the blast. Otherwise, our souls might’ve been blown apart, and we would be ntally deranged!

“Is everybody alright?”

Li Yao, the Fire Ant King, and the four star spirits examined themselves with their own techniques. A mont later, they all nodded in relief.

It was a dead body from millions of years ago after all. After floating near a pulsar for such a long ti and bathing in pulses and radiation all the ti, the body had already beco ninety-nine percent disintegrated.

It was also why the body was so feeble that it was obliterated after the first crash.

The seven of them were just awed. The four star spirits, who were relatively weaker, were not quite back to themselves yet, but they were all physically fine.

“Did you hear a ‘moo’ resembling the sound of a bull a mont ago?” Li Yao picked his ears, only to dig out a cluster of blood. He wanted to make sure that he had not been hallucinating. “It was from the deepest part of the dead body and sounded like a ssage or a sentence!”

“Yes, I did!”

“, too!”

The rest of them all nodded; everybody received the ssage.

Professor Mo Xuan turned on the surveillance system of Sparkle and replayed what had happened a while back. From the broadcast rune arrays, not just everybody’s exclamations and the explosion of units but also a flood-like noise were echoing.

“Moo!”

The expressions of the seven of them all changed. It was exactly the sound!

“This is the last word of the warrior of the Pangu Clan!” Professor Mo Xuan mumbled, sowhat in excitent. “Let’s try to decipher it!”

Li Yao had heard the Pangu Clan talking in the prival mories, but it was not a unique privilege. Many other Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators and demon emperors had entered the ‘prival mory’ state and heard a lot of sounds before as well.

But they could not understand the aning of the sounds both then and now because what the Pangu Clan employed was a more advanced and sophisticated language system.

The common tongue of mankind was a standard two-dinsional language, with every word denoting a certain aning. When words were ordered in a specific sequence, an episode of complete information would be expressed.

The sequence was unique in every utterance.

The language that the Pangu Clan adopted, however, was sort of a three-dinsional language, in which many words were combined and overlaid according to mysterious rules. They might sound like one syllable, but when they were expanded, they contained more than a hundred syllables that had thousands of combinations and could express infinite anings!

Although such a language system was esoteric, it was not entirely unlearnable for human beings.

In the world of Cultivators, many spells were the mutations, or ‘descendants’, of such a cubic language.

For example, the spell ‘by the decree of the deities’ could be used to activate many techniques. However, the spell was not as simple as six words but in fact a compression of more than a hundred commands to summon spiritual energy and cast the technique. ‘By the decree of the deities’ was just how it sounded on the surface.

Also, many Cultivators liked to shout out the nas of their moves when they were performing their techniques. For example, ‘Five Thunder Piercing the Heart’, ‘Chasing the Clouds and Fighting the Lightning’, ‘Purple Fire Green Glow’, and such. They might sound aweso for the teenagers who did not know the truth, but it was actually quite awkward for the irrelevant bystanders who were watching them.

The Cultivators were not being pretentious. Such shouts were also part of the high-level language and contained hundreds of commands to construct force fields and combine the moves of attack.

Right now, there were more than thirty mainstream spell systems in the world of Cultivators. As for the non-mainstream and the obsolete ones, there were more than two hundred of them.

Professor Mo Xuan did not know the basic grammar of the Pangu Clan’s language system yet. He could also try to crack it by brute force in the most primitive way, which ant that he would unzip the ‘moo’ sound according to the rules of the two hundred spell systems and see if he could get anything aningful.

“Since the Pangu Clan is our creator, and we share similar biological structure and both transmit information by vibrating the air with a certain organ, it is very possible that the grammar on which our language systems are founded is the sa!

“Many of the two hundred spell systems were inherited from the ancient Cultivators forty thousand years ago. Chances are that so of them are language fossils and still keep the features of the Pangu Clan’s language!”

A linguist of the Sky Fantasia Academy had co up with the idea, and soon, it had been accepted by all the Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators. After three days, a new technique, which was dedicated to the decryption of the information left by the Pangu Clan, had been added to the mainfra crystal processor of Sparkle.

This was the first ti that the technique had been used. Whether or not it worked remained to be seen.

Professor Mo Xuan activated the technique and decompressed the ‘moo’ with the two hundred spell systems collected from the three Sectors.

More than a hundred and forty systems were inapplicable, but sixty-seven soundtracks were successfully extracted.

Everybody held their breath and listened to them one by one.

Most of the sound tracks were aningless noises. So parts seed to be patterned, but their anings were unknown.

“Try denoise processing!”

Professor Mo Xuan filtered more than ten tis and finally got three audio tracks.

Each audio track was only several seconds long and contained around twenty syllables. They sounded rhythmic, suggesting that they were part of a language.

Judging from the gap of the syllables, the three audio tracks ant the sa thing. They were just the different expressions of the sa information under three different spell systems.

However, the three expressions were vastly different from the common tongue of mankind.

“Nuwa? Vous nous avez trahi? Je jure de te tuer! Je jure de te tuer!”

Professor Mo Xuan, the Fire Ant King, and the four star spirits stared at each other in bewildernt, not having the slightest clue what the syllables ant.

Li Yao was the only exception. He shuddered as if he had been smashed by a hamr right in the face into a bottomless swamp. His lips were pale, and he was sweating hard, unable to say anything for a long ti.

Professor Mo Xuan noticed his anomaly and hurried to ask, “Li Yao, have you got it?”

Li Yao swallowed hard and nodded rigidly. He stamred, “The—the syllables are a vernacular from the era of ancient Cultivators. It was only popular in a few remote Sectors. Since the few Sectors boasted abundant minerals, there were endless concepts in the vernacular that described tals and flas. Therefore, it was once regarded by the ancient refiners as the working language for a while. However, it gradually went extinct so forty-seven thousand years ago.

“I once learned the vernacular by chance and ca to know a thing or two about it. I can basically understand the sentence!”

“Oh?”

Professor Mo Xuan and the Fire Ant King were both overjoyed. Having no ti to ask what exactly Li Yao’s ‘chance’ was, they hurried to inquire, “What’s the aning of the syllables? What was the angry warrior of the Pangu Clan saying in the end?”

Li Yao took a deep breath. The veins on his neck crept all the way to his cheeks, eyes, and forehead. His face was confused, bewildered, and a bit scary. Deep brilliance bead out of his eyes as he said, one word after another, “Nuwa! Thou hast betrayed us! I swear to kill you! I swear to kill you!”