Chapter 1237: Ancient Images, Damned Curiosity.

The great war never ceases, and the soul never perishes.

Under the illumination of the Undying Flame, the Soul Fire of these soldiers has never been extinguished for countless years.

The light on the stone monument gradually weakened, and just as it was about to disappear, a final wisp of red light flew into Lin Moyu's body.

This wisp of red light was so fast that Lin Moyu could not react in time.

The red light drilled directly into his body and then vanished.

Lin Moyu's body suddenly felt lighter; he sensed that some kind of restriction had disappeared.

Then, his body automatically floated into mid-air.

"I can fly?"

Lin Moyu realized that the flight restriction of this world against him had vanished.

After a moment's thought, Lin Moyu knew it was because he had colored the characters on the stone monument.

The swamp was a grave, and the stone monument was, in fact, a tombstone.

Coloring the inscriptions on the tombstone was actually a form of respect for the deceased.

Lin Moyu had done these things with a sudden spark of inspiration and had received their acknowledgment.

Lin Moyu bowed slightly toward the tombstone; regardless of the reason for the war in ancient times, it had nothing to do with him.

Right or wrong was even less relevant to him; separated by countless years, there was no need to dwell on such things.

Lin Moyu had merely seen the images from that era, was shaken by the integrity of the soldiers, and was moved by the self-sacrificing spirit of the army general.

There was also their unwavering loyalty to their master; even after dying in battle, they had waited for their master's return for billions of years after death.

After considering all this, Lin Moyu bowed to the tombstone from the bottom of his heart.

This included coloring the inscription earlier, which had also come from the heart.

After finishing all this, Lin Moyu looked into the distance.

In that direction, the Death Knight had once again discovered a giant swamp.

Needless to say, there must be a similar tombstone in that swamp.

Lin Moyu turned into a stream of light and shot away.

On the way, he released more Death Knights to run across this vast land, searching for more giant swamps.

From the images just now, he saw that this First Army Group was composed of exactly 100 squads.

After the hundred squads died in battle, their general paid the price of self-sacrifice so that all one hundred squads could return.

This meant that in the Nether Swamp, there would be 100 giant swamps.

Xu Qingyang's soul should be hidden within the tombstone of one of these giant swamps.

Fortunately, he could fly now, which brought much convenience and would speed up the search significantly.

A stream of light flew through this world of gray and black, with the scenery below swiftly passing by and disappearing from view.

Soon, Lin Moyu arrived before the second swamp and, without a word, charged straight in.

A few seconds later, Lin Moyu stopped in front of the huge tombstone.

"Tomb of the Eighth Squad, First Army Group, Nether Legion."

The inscription on the tombstone had changed from the Third Squad to the Eighth Squad.

After observing carefully and confirming that Xu Qingyang's soul was not inside the tombstone, Lin Moyu used his soul to stir the monument.

Amidst a slight vibration, a large amount of black-red liquid emerged from beneath the tombstone.

Lin Moyu followed the same procedure, using his finger as a brush to color the inscriptions on the tombstone.

Coloring the inscription was a form of respect for the dead.

Lin Moyu colored it steadily and very evenly.

One large character after another was dyed in black-red.

His soul sensed the smell of blood; these black-red liquids were the refined blood of powerful warriors from ancient times.

When all the characters were colored, the tombstone similarly erupted with a red light that shot straight into the sky, exactly the same as the previous situation.

Subsequently, Lin Moyu saw the previous images again, with no difference whatsoever.

However, the images could not be terminated, so Lin Moyu had to patiently watch until the end; fortunately, it did not take long, only two minutes.

But at the very end of the images, the scene changed.

That general of the First Army Group, whose heroic spirit remained undying, stood proudly between heaven and earth with a voice like thunder.

"Land of burial, may the Undying Flame shine forever; we await our master's return to fight across the galaxy once more!"

Flesh and blood shot into the sky, echoing his call.

The previous images had stopped abruptly here, but now, there was a continuation.

A gap suddenly appeared in the sky, as if someone had forcibly torn it open, and Lin Moyu even heard the ripping sound as the sky was torn apart.

The scene stopped abruptly again and vanished.

Lin Moyu could not help but feel curious; who exactly had torn open the sky, and was it the enemy pursuing them inside?

How would that general, who was nothing but a heroic spirit, and those warriors, who had turned into blood mud, deal with it?

Without a second thought, Lin Moyu continued forward into the next giant swamp.

Perhaps the answer lay within the next tombstone.

One swamp after another was discovered, and tombstones were found.

Lin Moyu kept coloring the characters on the tombstones, repeatedly seeing the images left behind from ancient times.

He discovered that the image records on each tombstone varied in length.

The short ones were not even twenty seconds long, recording only the moment the soldiers had just returned.

The long ones stopped after the sky was torn open, always leaving him unable to see what actually happened afterward.

Although he already had some guesses, guesses were ultimately just guesses and might not be correct.

Gradually, Lin Moyu also discovered a pattern.

The higher the squad number on the tombstone, the more complete the recorded images were.

Moreover, the higher the squad number, the deeper into this land the tombstone was located, closer to the center point.

After repeated confirmation, he found this to be true.

This also pointed out the direction for Lin Moyu; the numbering was the best guiding light, and he only needed to move in the direction of the higher numbers.

There were one hundred squads in total, just 1 to 100 in numbering.

His curiosity grew heavier, and Lin Moyu wanted to know more and more what happened afterward.

At the same time, the search for Xu Qingyang did not stop; anyway, since he didn't know which tombstone Xu Qingyang was hidden in, the probability was the same no matter where he looked, and it was all just a matter of luck.

Two days later, Lin Moyu arrived before a tombstone.

The appearance and size of the tombstone were no different from what he had seen before; the only difference was the number on the inscription.

"Tomb of the Eighty-Second Squad, First Army Group, Nether Legion."

"This is the thirty-sixth tombstone; I hope there can be some new discoveries."

He skillfully activated the tombstone, colored the inscription, and watched the images recorded within.

After watching nearly identical images for thirty-six times, there was finally some progress this time.

After the sky was torn open, two giant palms reached in.

The two palms clasped together, as if gripping an invisible crack in the sky, and then pulled with great force.

With a rip, the opening in the sky instantly expanded countless times.

The general's heroic spirit simultaneously raised the battle blade in his hand and let out a roar.

The scene stopped and vanished again, and Lin Moyu couldn't help but sigh, "This ability to keep people in suspense is truly impressive."

His curiosity was piqued again and again, but he could never get the real answer, which was not a pleasant feeling.

The red light gradually extinguished, and just as Lin Moyu was about to leave, his gaze suddenly narrowed; at the bottom of the tombstone, he saw an object.

After the red light of the tombstone faded, the black-red blood at the bottom receded like a tide, revealing a large area of blood-mud ground.

Only then was this object revealed; it was at the bottom of the tombstone, right next to it, with half of it embedded in the blood-mud ground.

This was an object that clearly did not belong in the Nether Swamp, and Lin Moyu reached out and sucked it into his palm.

The object was stained with black-red blood, and Lin Moyu wiped his hand over it, removing the blood.

The object was a rectangular box, only as small as a palm, very exquisite, and looked like a woman's item.

It had originally been hidden at the bottom of the tombstone and only revealed itself after he finished coloring it and watching the images.

Lin Moyu pushed the box a hundred meters away and then opened it from a distance.

A silver light shot out from the box, rushing straight into the sky like a sharp sword!

Chapter 1372: A Sword from the Starry Merman Race.

Lin Moyu was very cautious; if he had opened it by hand just now, this light like a sharp sword would inevitably have landed on him.

Although it wouldn't be dangerous, it wouldn't feel too good either.

Lin Moyu could feel that the attack power of this light had already reached the Lesser God Venerable realm.

A few seconds later, the light vanished, and the box returned to calm.

However, Lin Moyu did not move; after checking with Undead Vision and confirming that there was no soul inside the box, he felt slightly relieved.

Having a soul and not having a soul were two different concepts.

With a soul, no matter what was inside the box, even if it were just a magic treasure, it would be a magic treasure manipulated by someone.

A powerful magic treasure paired with a soul at the Lesser God Venerable realm represented danger.

If there was no soul present, even if it were a magic treasure that had birthed a tool spirit, the danger would decrease significantly.

After confirming there was no great danger, Lin Moyu approached the box again.

Inside the box was a small silver sword, with silver light flowing over it; it didn't look like silver metal, but rather like silver jade.

"It doesn't look like a human sword."

Lin Moyu looked at the patterns on the sword; they were not human patterns, and the technique used to make the sword was also different from that of humans.

This sword belonged to an alien race, but for some reason, he had a faint sense of familiarity.

After pondering for a moment, he knew where this sense of familiarity came from.

This sword indeed did not belong to humans, but to the Starry Merman Race.

He had seen a similar sword in the hands of Princess Yu Qingrou.

He couldn't say it was exactly the same, but it was at least ninety percent similar.

"A Lesser God Venerable from the Starry Merman Race once came here and then died here?"

The information was too scarce to deduce anything.

The grade of this sword was very high, but he couldn't judge exactly how high for the time being.

However, he was certain that this sword had already birthed a tool spirit; magic treasures with tool spirits were not so easy to subdue and would require quite some time.

It could take as little as dozens of days or as long as several years.

Now was not the time, so Lin Moyu put it away to deal with later.

After finding so many tombstones, he had finally discovered an item from the outside world, which made Lin Moyu feel that Xu Qingyang should not be too far away.

"Those who came in back then were all Lesser God Venerables; the number of people wouldn't be too many, but it wouldn't be few either."