"Try again."
Lin Mo's eyes glimmered like lightning as he once again condensed a more powerful Divine Thought, tirelessly solidifying it. It transformed into something akin to a silver needle, gradually approaching the black stele, and just as before, a wave of suppression was encountered.
"Break it!"
The condensed, substantial Divine Thought resisted the powerful suppression naturally emanated by the inscriptions.
Moments later, Lin Mo withdrew his Divine Thought, feeling a weariness all over his body. Simply probing the information of these inscriptions had left his soul utterly exhausted.
"The Great Power who left these inscriptions might be no less formidable than the one who used the Eastern Emperor Bell to suppress the Han Country. Could they possibly be the same person?"
Lin Mo was inwardly shocked.
This was a Secret Realm left by a Great Power, who used divine means to arrange such an environment, all for the purpose of nurturing some kind of Treasure.
