Power of the Foreign Language

Obscure, ancient, and mysterious. Among the howling winds, it also sounded quite creepy and strange. This was the language that Xue Ba, Luo Xiaoning, and the rest heard coming out from Gu Jun's mouth. He stood in the black wind, repeating the same mantra again and again. But they did not realize that in that one hour of being tormented by the whipping wind, Gu Jun had spent most of it submerged in the pain of the flashing illusion.

He had slowly overcome the pain and peeled away the mist the clouded his view. He saw the flickering signs slowly turning brighter and come alive. He finally understood it. Throughout the universe, everything had its own rules. There was power that was innate to the human civilization, and there was power that was innate to that foreign civilization. Although, for now, he had not truly gotten a handle over the kind of power the foreign civilization had yet.