Tian Xun's eye twitched, and she couldn't help but mutter softly, "I knew it, n are unreliable, whether they are Celestials or Humans."
Lin Shen had returned, not because of the God-Devouring Beast's egg, but because he had thought of sothing else.
His gaze was not on the Nirvana Egg, but on the several lines of text below it.
"My friend Slaughterer King passed away here... What does this sentence an? Does it an that he had a friend who killed a 'king of people' and then passed away here; or does it an his friend was called Slaughterer King? According to normal reasoning, the latter should be correct.
There are not many people surnad Tu; those who managed to break out into the universe and had so achievents, I seem to have heard of just one family," thought Lin Shen, naturally referring to the Tu family of Tu Xiaodao.
If this Slaughterer King really was a Human, then the likelihood that he ca from the Tu family was extrely high.
Lin Shen took out a small notebook and pen that he carried with him, planning to sketch down this Slaughterer King and later show it to Tu Xiaodao to see if he was from their family.
If he indeed belonged to the Tu family, perhaps the Tu family would have a chance to take the God-Devouring Beast's egg.
Lin Shen's mory was rather average, and he couldn't rember things that were not too important after a while, so it was more reliable to sketch down the details.
Unfortunately, he had not learned to draw properly when he was young; his artistic skills were not even entry-level, he was only capable of stick figure-level drawings.
Fortunately, he only needed to capture so details; such a high level of drawing skill was not necessary.
Tian Xun, who watched from a distance, was sowhat baffled by Lin Shen's actions, not understanding what he was doing or why he would want to draw a dead person.
While drawing, Lin Shen suddenly noticed sothing; the carapace of Slaughterer King was covered with so strange patterns.
It's normal for carapaces to have patterns—many advanced Evolution Skills result in various designs and patterns.
The problem was that these patterns didn't seem to be naturally part of the carapace, but rather engraved onto it later on.
Because the carapace naturally had patterns, those engraved patterns mingled with the natural ones, and because the techniques used were so similar to the natural ones, it was usually hard to spot that so of the patterns were added later on.
Lin Shen wanted to sketch the patterns to help the Tu family identify them, and it was while tracing them that he discovered so patterns were later engravings.
He didn't notice by looking at the engraving marks, but rather, the edges and corners where those patterns lay made him extrely uncomfortable while drawing, giving him the sense that they were sowhat out of place.
"Why would soone engrave patterns on a carapace? Were these patterns engraved while he was alive, or after he died?" Lin Shen was very curious, flipping a page in his notebook, and on the new page, he separately drew those engraved patterns.
As he drew, Lin Shen felt that these patterns sowhat resembled human movents, though they were drawn in a very abstract way, even more minimalistic than stick figures.
At first, Lin Shen was a bit uncertain, but he tried to mimic the movents suggested by the patterns, and to his surprise, they ford a coherent sequence of motion.
"What are these movents for? Why would they be engraved on soone's carapace?" After trying the movents, Lin Shen suddenly felt that the Base Mutation strength within his body began to flow with these movents.
"This thing can actually mobilize Base Mutation strength!" Lin Shen was even more astonished within his heart.
While Lin Shen was astonished here, Tian Xun, on the other hand, was even more astonished.
"My friend's Twenty-Eight Fists... How could it..." Tian Xun watched Lin Shen incredulously, the postures he took left her feeling unimaginable.
Lin Shen's understanding of that sentence was sowhat off; it ant neither that a human called the Slaughterer King had passed away here, nor that his friend had slaughtered a king and then passed away here.
This person's na was actually My Friend, and the king he slaughtered wasn't a human, but a Nirvana creature.
It never occurred to Lin Shen that soone could be nad My Friend. Of course, My Friend wasn't human but belonged to an Alien Species.
If Lin Shen had been able to see his face, he wouldn't have mistaken him for a human. Unfortunately, it was hidden by a carapace, and Lin Shen couldn't see it.
"What's the deal with this person? Where did he learn the Twenty-Eight Fists from? Could it be that he's related to My Friend and ca to Giant Ring Star for this purpose?"
"No, that's not right. He's a human. How could My Friend possibly teach his Twenty-Eight Fists to a human? Not to ntion humans, even for a great race like us Celestials, he's always been disdainful..." Tian Xun was well aware of what "not for non-racial beings" ant; the term "racial beings" referred not to humans, but to all humanoid species.
"But if he has no relation to My Friend, how could he know the Twenty-Eight Fists? Could it be that he just learned them now?" Tian Xun found it hard to believe. How could one learn the Twenty-Eight Fists from a dead person?
My Friend's body had been examined by many Celestials and individuals from other species. Many had even tried to take the God-Devouring Egg, eting horrendous fates without even ashes left behind.
Nobody discovered that My Friend had left behind the Twenty-Eight Fists when he died; if so, it should have been found long ago.
"What exactly did that guy do..." Tian Xun watched Lin Shen in amazent.
She could clearly see that Lin Shen's initial movents were very unpracticed; he must have just learned them.
But how did he manage to learn the Twenty-Eight Fists from a dead person? Tian Xun couldn't see what Lin Shen had drawn in his notebook, so she couldn't guess.
"Can humans actually practice the Twenty-Eight Fists? If humans can do it, can I possibly do it too?" Tian Xun couldn't help but ponder.
Despite its commonplace-sounding na, Tian Xun knew just how terrifying the Twenty-Eight Fists were.
In the past, My Friend had used the Twenty-Eight Fists to roam the universe and essentially suppress all Nirvana-level Powerhouses of his generation.
The Twenty-Eight Fists isn't precisely an Evolution Skill, it's more like a thod of utilizing Strength.
It can work like an Innate Skill, producing miraculous effects, yet it isn't an Innate Skill; it's more like a skill acquired through later training.
Being able to practice the Twenty-Eight Fists theoretically equates to possessing an additional skill, and a particularly terrifying one at that.
Compared to the Archangel's Sword, the Twenty-Eight Fists are a thousand tis more precious. With this discovery, Tian Xun no longer cared about the Archangel's Sword.
A Tenth Turn Spirit Base wasn't difficult for her to find, and she could give her nephew other gifts, but the Twenty-Eight Fists were a unique cosmic treasure.
After My Friend's Nirvana, the Twenty-Eight Fists had vanished from the universe. Unexpectedly, Tian Xun saw them once again in Lin Shen today.
However, Tian Xun still couldn't be sure whether Lin Shen had just imitated the appearance or had really learned the Twenty-Eight Fists.
If it was just the appearance of the movents, then it was of no use.
Tian Xun now wished she could drag Lin Shen back and ask him clearly, to forget about retrieving the Archangel's Sword, but unfortunately, she couldn't go to the island and had to forcefully wait for Lin Shen's return.
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