This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Then, Brian found an important piece of information in the mage notes of Ilminster, which was recorded:

"Many descendants who survived the destruction of Naserel store the knowledge they collected in the distant Halua, a library called Laukma, and all the history of Naserel is included in a history book called "Naseerel: The Fall of the Magic Empire" and is sealed in the Temple of Mistera on Mount Taras."

"Although this book looks very helpful," Jinlong's voice rang in Brian's mind, "but this does not mean that the detailed knowledge of Ashindo must be recorded."

"At least it's a clue." Brian also said with a little headache, "After all, this is the only information we found in Candle Castle that is close to the trail of the Prophet of the Earth."

"That may not be the case." Jinlong retorted:

"Boy, go to the direction of five o'clock, the 35th row, put it in the bottom floor grid, and see it. There are records about the Zhult Jungle and Seth Temple, and you may find it unexpectedly."

The Jungle of Chult and Seth Temple?

Brian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly appeared and muttered to himself:

"Yes, why didn't I think that I have been paying attention to the news of the prophet of the earth, but I have ignored the history of the three creator races. Wouldn't it be relatively easier to find the source of these ancient empires?"

So he immediately took out the books that Jinlong pointed out at the location.

This is a travel diary, which seems to have been covered in dust for a long time, and it is covered with dust. It should have been given by an adventurer to achieve the conditions for entering the candlestick.

Brian couldn't wait to open and check:

On the way south through the black jungle, we discovered an ancient ruin on the northern shore of the Lapa Sea.

Although this rock building has been almost submerged by surrounding vegetation, the remains of remains are enough to prove to us that it was once a temple of a certain race.

After slashing out a path from the snake-curled and tangled vine net, we found a stone slope leading to the lower level of the Temple, and then walked into a twisted tunnel that stretched deep into the ground.

There are a large number of bas-reliefs distributed on both sides of the passage, depicting the ancient Seppentis Empire - a scene from the heyday of our language's title of a long-declined Serpente Empire.

Although the dripping water droplets have long erased most of the details after centuries, with a few remaining carvings, we have been able to see their themes.

The relief describes the court of Sepentis during a dormant period in a dream year.

Most dormant snake creatures are troubled and tortured by horror hallucinations. In their sleep, thousands of tiny venomous snakes tear them to pieces and swallow them alive.

Only the emperor Seth of the Empire seemed to be uninvaded. The nightmare that originated from him seemed to suddenly pounce on his body, intertwined into a magnificent and solemn, erratic robe of darkness.

And as we continue to go down, we witness these carvings depict how nightmares return to their source, the monsters rushing out from a huge pit shaped like the mouth of a giant snake, and all of this fall into Seth's vigilant and alert gaze.

In the subsequent mural, Seth flew into the sky of the jungle near the Western Flame Peak, followed by countless cloaks formed by nightmares.

At the foot of a huge volcano, he traveled through a portal leading to Smalagad, on the 74th level of the bottomless abyss, ruled by Morshok.

In the last few pictures, Seth's Nightmare Robe breaks down into a large group of shadow snakes, which devour Morshok's sleeping body.

The long and winding tunnel suddenly ended in a huge cave, with the mouth of the cracked giant snake standing at its bottom.

As soon as we stepped into this place, a large group of flying nightmare swarmed out of the abyss and surrounded us.

The screams of my companions echoed in my ears, and I fled from Danda's mouth in panic, and the terrifying and terrifying illusions destroyed my consciousness.

For three full days, I kept begging the goddess of the moon to drive away the nightmare from my mind, but the goddess refused my prayers.

Finally in despair, I turned to beg the Lost Lady to end my torture.

Now, with the blessing of the night, which obscenely embraced my body, the abominable illusion ceased, and I could finally gain some peace.

——ELB
Chapter completed!