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Chapter 1109 - 439 Tower of Overturning_2

Chapter 1109: Chapter 439 Tower of Overturning_2

Although transmission doesn’t necessarily mean death, if we can’t retrieve the lost teammate in a short period of time, in another sense, it’s equivalent to being instantly killed. Even Aiwass cannot resurrect them.

"But, on the flip side..."

Zhu Tang pondered: "Since there are traps here, does that mean there’s a treasure buried up ahead?"

"I’m afraid there may not be any treasure."

Professor Bard shook his head: "The Tower of Heaven... its essence is that of a Mage Tower, so there won’t be any gold or silver treasures. It’s even unlikely you’d find any lost ancient texts here, as the written language of that era wasn’t widely used yet. And there wouldn’t be any books— even if we obtained some Rune Stone Slabs engraved with ancient secrets, they probably wouldn’t sell well."

"The knowledge of ancient runes is something even ’Encyclopedia’ doesn’t understand, let alone anyone else. In this situation, those qualified and capable of deciphering the secrets within are only a handful of people... and they’re all top-tier powerhouses. Even if they don’t steal it by force, there’s no one else you could sell it to."

"Since it’s entirely up to the buyer when to make the purchase... their greatest value might simply be as artifacts."

"And there’s another possibility to consider," Zhu Tang added, "what if we bring them out, only for them to disintegrate into fine powder?"

"In my hometown, there’s a legend about a ’Preserved Space-Time.’ They say that a woodcutter, while chopping wood, stumbled into a strange space and saw some children playing chess. Someone gave him a bit of food, and after eating, he stayed there watching them play. When he decided to go home, he found the handle of his axe had already rotted, and many years had passed."

"Previously, I thought he had entered ’Fairyland’ and eaten fairy food. But considering that the woodcutter was an adult... he might have stumbled into an unstable preserved space-time and ended up preserved along with it."

"...Does that mean," Little Cat asked fearfully, "when we return, it could already be many years later?"

"It’s possible."

Zhu Tang nodded.

But the usually silent Insect Amber suddenly spoke: "It won’t. Because this space-time is exceedingly stable..."

"The spell..."

Sine raised a critical and very technical question: "Shouldn’t it experience wear and tear?"

Insect Amber clearly understood and nodded: "That’s why this spell is continuously in effect."

"What does that mean?"

The Little Cat and the Vagabond up ahead were confused.

’Encyclopedia’ shook his head and walked over to explain: "It means this Preservation Art is continuously active and being powered, rather than just cast once in the past."

"In other words... there’s some sort of energy source here, right?"

The Vagabond’s spirits lifted as he turned and grinned: "That could count as a kind of treasure!"

"That’s quite possible,"

’Encyclopedia’ nodded: "When we entered, I specifically measured the angle of the main door. We’ve been walking straight ahead, and the distance we’ve covered is very close to the radius of the Spirit Summoning Tower. That means we’re approaching the center of the first floor of the Spirit Summoning Tower."

"If there’s anything valuable..."

[It should be right here.]

His voice suddenly echoed in the air.

No, rather than "echoing," it was more like it directly imprinted into their consciousness.

Along with his thought came faint desires, vigilance, hesitation, and curiosity.

The group was startled for a moment.

The next second, a new voice was heard:

[What the hell is this?!]

It was the Vagabond’s voice.

He was evidently startled—those who rely heavily on "instincts for avoiding danger" often appear even more fearful in the face of unexpected shocks.

And his fear, along with subsequent rage, shame, and other emotions, rushed into everyone else’s consciousness as well:

[What the hell... These are my thoughts?]

[Mom, I don’t want to die... What...?]

Little Cat’s sobbing voice was deafening and echoed madly through the empty corridor.

But she widened her eyes, her entire being seemingly disconnected, frozen in place with no further reaction.

Amid the Vagabond’s endless cursing, ’Encyclopedia’ was the first to recover, abruptly stepping back two paces. The string of "inner voices" reverberating in the air suddenly dropped by one.

Realizing this, both the Vagabond and Little Cat scrambled backward in near panic, retreating to a position further back than ’Encyclopedia.’

"What... is this?"

The Vagabond spoke, his tone filled with doubt and fear.

"...I understand now."

Professor Bard’s eyes suddenly lit up: "This is how people in an age without writing... or when language wasn’t widespread, communicated with one another!"

"Indeed..."

The always silent "Doll" suddenly spoke in a cold voice: "On the way here, I noticed elements of Atlantean design, but the primary race of the Tower of Heaven should be the Winged Ones. After all, it was from here that the ’Winged Celestial Marshal’ ascended to the Dream Realm..."

"I’ve heard that members of the same race of animals have ways to sense each other’s intentions. But if multiple races were present here, people might only be able to rely on this method to communicate..."

’Encyclopedia’ mused: "Because language wasn’t widespread at the time? Or to put it another way..."

"—This is ancient [language]."

Aiwass looked ahead and softly added: "No barriers, no ambiguity, no need to learn or understand... It returns language to its most fundamental purpose: the transmission of information, in the most efficient way."

Professor Bard immediately became excited: "If this is true—then it means our current archaeological findings might be wrong!

"Perhaps, when the second sun still existed, the Age of Amber wasn’t an era when language was not yet invented or widespread. Instead, ’language’ wasn’t used for communication during this time!"

The people of that era certainly weren’t primitive, grunting savages.

The Atlanteans, who could discover Star Spirit technology, and the Winged Ones, whose Tower of Heaven birthed so many ancient spells—one of which even evolved into a modern profession—couldn’t have been foolish brutes incapable of speech.

Not to mention... the "Beast Celestial Marshal" hadn’t yet been born at that time!

Yet people remain baffled about why the second sun was killed by language, and why before then, people didn’t use language to communicate.

"—Because before ’language’ was invented, people had something better."

Aiwass spoke: "Back then... ’language’ wasn’t a tool for communication at all. It was a mystical force directly linked to the Source River, a lost Path of power. That’s why it was able to kill the second sun!"

And after that, the Tower of Heaven collapsed, scattering people across the world.

Having lost this ability to communicate, people could only rely on fragmented inheritances to converse with one another.

And because people were accustomed to being interconnected in consciousness, the scattered inheritances became incomplete—originally, they could always rely on others to complete the gaps, but after the Tower of Heaven was struck down by lightning, that was no longer possible.

"—From that moment onward, language gradually lost its mystic attributes, becoming popularized... and ultimately evolving into today’s ’language’ for communication!"