Chapter 1290

After the Skeleton God Warrior entered, that immense pulling force appeared once again, gripping the Skeleton God Warrior tightly like giant hands.

The Skeleton God Warrior could not resist and was forced to follow the pull.

The world was pitch black, but fortunately, with Undead Vision, it could still see some things.

Then, Lin Moyu saw a massive vortex, identical to the one he had entered through.

The pulling force originated from within the vortex, dragging the Skeleton God Warrior into it.

The Skeleton God Warrior was like a small boat in a giant wave, swaying with the current.

Unlike the vortex he came through, this one contained objects.

Countless meteorite-like substances were flying within the vortex, appearing somewhat similar to the materials of the land.

Driven by the power of the vortex, these substances moved at high speeds, like cannonballs.

The Skeleton God Warrior continuously endured impacts, and numerous wounds appeared on its body.

Fortunately, the Skeleton God Warrior was strong enough, and these injuries were not enough to make it crumble.

After spinning in the vortex for several minutes, it finally reached the deepest part.

Subsequently, the Skeleton God Warrior was thrown out like trash. The moment it left the vortex, Lin Moyu sensed a familiar aura.

Immediately after, the connection between him and the Skeleton God Warrior was severed; they lost contact and could no longer sense each other.

(acdc) "It is the aura of the Great World. By passing through the vortex, it has returned to the Great World."

The moment the Skeleton God Warrior left the vortex, Lin Moyu clearly sensed the aura of the Great World.

He was one hundred percent certain that by going through the vortex, one could leave this place and return to the Great World.

Lin Moyu seemed to have realized something. "So this is the method to return to the Great World. In that case, there should be many similar pits existing."

"It is indeed two different worlds; it can even sever the connection between me and the skeleton."

Having found the way back, Lin Moyu felt reassured.

The skeletons he had sent out previously were still running across the land, and they soon discovered something different.

Lin Moyu immediately rushed over and saw a basin.

This basin was about ten thousand meters in diameter and about one hundred meters deep.

Above the basin, there were huge pits.

Lin Moyu recognized at a glance that these pits were left behind after the plants died, and they were also the passages to leave this world.

Up until now, aside from his own reckless actions which led to one life-or-death crisis, Lin Moyu had not encountered any other dangers.

If it were another cultivator, they probably wouldn't have encountered any danger either.

Therefore, most cultivators here returned safely, but they were unable to bring back any useful information.

However, if one wants to know the true secret of this world, one still needs to trigger the Curse.

But how does one trigger the Curse…

Lin Moyu searched the basin with his eyes and suddenly saw a stone tablet in an inconspicuous corner.

The stone tablet was pitch black like ink, different from the color of the land.

"This material…"

"It is indeed from the ancient era."

Lin Moyu recognized at a glance that the material of the stone tablet was the same as that of the Mysterious Manor fortress, and in two steps, he arrived directly in front of the tablet.

The stone tablet was inscribed with characters, the Primordial Ancient Script that Lin Moyu was familiar with, which was close to the ancient script of his previous life.

In this era, there were not many people who could recognize the Primordial Ancient Script; people like Bodhisattva Xiao Ming Wang and Xu Qingyang, whom he had saved, did not know the Primordial Ancient Script.

However, Zhu Qiwu and that mysterious big shot knew it.

Lin Moyu guessed that the Primordial Ancient Script was only circulated in the upper circles of each race, or perhaps only known by powerful races.

The text on the stone tablet should have been quite extensive, but now most of it had been erased, leaving only fragments.

"Tulu World rebelled, I led the army to suppress…"

"No matter how strong the Curse is, it is hard to withstand the master's glory…"

"Heaven… despicable…"

"I led the army… slaughtered Tulu World…"

These were all fragmented records, but they were enough to analyze quite a bit of information.

Upon seeing the two characters "Tulu World", Lin Moyu suddenly thought of information he had once seen in a hide notebook.

At that time, the notebook was written like this: "In the 998th year of the Undead Era, your glory shone upon Tulu World."

Connecting the cause and effect, he could roughly guess the backstory.

In the 998th year of the Undead Era, this master ruled the entire Tulu World, though it was unknown whether Tulu World was a race at the time or an independent world.

In the following years, more than a dozen races or worlds were successively ruled.

Subsequently, in an unprecedented great war, these guys were unwilling to be ruled, and they rebelled.

As a result, Tulu World was slaughtered.

"So Area 9-58 is actually the former territory of the Tulu World race."

"So Tulu World was a plant-type life form, a plant-type life form skilled in the Curse."

"Things from the ancient era are indeed quite interesting."

Races skilled in the Curse were not non-existent in the Great World, but they were all very weak.

Unexpectedly, the Tulu race pushed the Curse to such a level, surpassing the God Venerable level.

Looking at the pits left behind, one could imagine how large they were when alive, and one could also infer that their strength would not be weaker than the flower bud seen before.

That was an existence surpassing the God Venerable level, and in the former Tulu World, it was actually everywhere.

The power of the ancient era seemed to far exceed the current era.

Lin Moyu had a feeling of having his eyes opened.

He tried to take the stone tablet away, but it was firmly embedded in the ground, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not take it.

In the end, there was no other way, and he could only use an Image Recording Stone to record the content on the stone tablet.

Those big shots really wanted information from the ancient era; if he handed this over, perhaps he could get some rewards in return.

He searched the basin, but there were no other discoveries.

He also went to look near the pits and let dozens of skeletons go in to test it, once again confirming that one could indeed leave here through the pits and return to the Great World.

Lin Moyu felt reassured, knowing that he would not be trapped here.

He left a few skeletons here to serve as coordinates, so that no matter how he walked, he would not get lost.

He left the basin, turned into a stream of light, and sped off in another direction.

The Skeleton God Warrior made new discoveries again.

Chapter 1446: The Curse from Billions of Years Ago

The Skeleton God Warrior discovered another basin, but there was no stone tablet left in this basin.

The size and layout of both basins were identical.

The distribution of the pits inside was also no different.

Both basins were standard circles, ten thousand meters in diameter, very accurate.

The number of pits in the basin was exactly 100, and even the position and size of each pit were the same.

It could be said that these two basins, except for the stone tablet, seemed to be carved from the same mold.

Then, the skeletons discovered more and more basins. Lin Moyu looked at them one by one and found that these basins were all the same.

Lin Moyu secretly guessed, "Could each basin be considered a tribe, or a group?"

"But if viewed this way, it seems somewhat incorrect."

"The distribution of these basins is just too uniform; it doesn't look like a living area, but more like the style of an army."

"If it is an army, then there should also be commanders and generals."

Lin Moyu followed his findings, comparing them with the terrain map that had already formed in his mind.

He discovered that the distribution of these basins was very balanced, forming a phalanx similar to an army.

But for the time being, this speculation could not be verified.

Along the way, Lin Moyu was very safe and did not trigger any Curse.

He also did not know what exactly those people who triggered the Curse back then had discovered.

After all, he had only been in here for two days, and one shouldn't rush things.

The skeletons continued to explore the surroundings. Apart from the direction where the basins appeared, the other directions were all flat, with nothing there.

This land, which originally belonged to the Tulu race, was far more vast than Lin Moyu had imagined.

The skeletons running in other directions could run 130 million kilometers every day, but even after running for two consecutive days, they were still on the plains, and the scenery had not changed at all.

This scale had completely exceeded common sense.

However, Lin Moyu had a vague feeling that this was still just the tip of the iceberg.

Basins were still appearing continuously; in the map in his mind, over ten thousand had already appeared.

100 rows and 100 columns, forming a neat array.

Finally, on the fourth day, there was a new discovery.

Directly in front of the ten thousand basins, a one-hundred-meter-high mountain appeared.

The moment he saw the mountain, Lin Moyu could finally be certain that these basins were not some tribe, but a military camp.

On top of this mountain, there was a strange big tree.

Under Undead Vision, the Soul Fire of this big tree had already been extinguished.

Lin Moyu walked to the mountain and turned around to look in the direction of the basins.

The mist before his eyes suddenly cleared, and within his line of sight, the ten thousand basins were prominently displayed.

He looked down from above, like a general reviewing soldiers.

One could imagine that back then, those basins were filled with Tulu race soldiers, ready for battle, launching a so-called rebellion.

As a result, the rebellion did not succeed, and instead, their race was slaughtered.

Who was right and who was wrong, both sides had long been buried by the River of Time, and it no longer mattered.

It was not difficult for Lin Moyu to figure out the truth; he could resurrect the strange big tree beside him.

But he dared not; an existence of this level could very likely break free from the control of [Resurrection of the Dead] and cast a Curse on him.

He was lucky last time, but next time it was hard to say.

The risk was too great and not worth taking.

The strange big tree before him was a hundred meters tall, clearly larger than the flower bud from before, and needless to say, its strength was also stronger.

Reckless things, doing it once is enough; doing it more might really lead to death.

He withdrew his gaze from the basins and turned to look at the strange big tree in front of him.

The surface of the big tree was not smooth but had protrusions.

These protrusions looked as if something was about to crawl out of its body, forming a peculiar appearance.

Withered branches hung down, connecting to the ground and covering the land.

Lin Moyu did not touch these branches and slowly flew up.

The mountain was a hundred meters high; at this moment, he was almost standing on the summit, equivalent to standing at a hundred-meter altitude, enduring a huge pulling force.

When he flew up, he was less than half a meter off the ground and could not pass over the summit at all.