Chapter 4410
With a condescending smile, Lin Keting replied, “Don’t impose your narrow mindset onto someone with a broader viewpoint. Even if these inscriptions were indeed remarkable, I would have no interest in them.”
Zhu Qingxiu found herself momentarily speechless in response to Lin Keting’s biting comeback.
Kai watched Lin Keting’s self-assured demeanor and began to suspect that she was being truthful. Her status clearly surpassed that of Zhu Qingxiu, whose skills as a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect appeared rather unimpressive in comparison. Kai realized that even if Zhu’s entire clan gathered, they might still fall short against the formidable power of the two blind elders accompanying Lin Keting. In fact, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect itself seemed to pale when placed next to Lin Keting’s faction.
“Miss Lin, could you clarify how you are able to understand the inscriptions?” Kai inquired, maintaining a steady tone.
Lin Keting offered a slight smile and, with a casual motion, opened her right hand to reveal an intricate array of runes etched onto her palm. These very runes had enabled her to unlock the formation at the entrance of the Divine Demon Battlefield.
“I can decipher the symbols on the boulders thanks to these runes,” she elucidated.
With that, Lin Keting placed her palm against a nearby boulder. The runes on her hand began to emit a radiant glow, and as her fingers made contact, the inscriptions on the stone came alive, materializing into an ethereal scroll suspended in the air before everyone.
As they gazed in wonder, vivid scenes of the ancient conflict between gods and demons unfolded—pictures of warring armies, rivers of blood, and fallen heroes. The group stood in stunned silence, witnessing the harrowing God-Demon War in a way they had never envisioned.
Kai felt particularly unsettled. Until this moment, his understanding of the war had been pieced together from fragmented legends and scattered artifacts. But what he saw now was different—these images bore a haunting authenticity, evoking emotions in him so intense that he felt a wave of nausea wash over him. Immortals, whom cultivators aspired to emulate, appeared as fragile beings, falling like autumn leaves, devoid of meaning or purpose.
Kai struggled to comprehend the sheer devastation wrought by the God-Demon War. He recognized that the Celestial Realm was merely a small fragment of the vast battlefield; countless realms had likely been engulfed in this cosmic struggle. If just this small battleground could evoke such terror, how many Immortals and demons must have perished across the universe?
Lost in contemplation, he felt overwhelmed by the magnitude of it all. Questions about his own origins and his father’s identity seemed impossibly distant, like a fading dream.
The group remained in stunned silence, still reeling from the striking images. Even the Right Blind Elder appeared visibly moved, while Lin Keting herself maintained her composure.
“Miss Lin,” Kai finally managed to speak, regaining his poise. “Do the other boulders contain records of the God-Demon War as well?”
“Not all of them,” she responded. “Some of the other stones contain ancient feats—remnants of Immortal techniques or Heavenly magic. Although they are old, their value remains immense, even by Celestial Realm standards.”
She paused, casting a glance at each of them. “If anyone is interested in learning, I can assist in gathering these techniques for your understanding.”
Zhu Qingxiu’s face flushed with embarrassment. Just moments ago, she had accused Lin Keting of secretly desiring to learn these techniques. Now, it was abundantly clear that Lin Keting genuinely held no such interest.