One of the mausoleum guardian priests was holding a large stone slab in his hand.
On the stone slab, sothing was faintly engraved.
It looked like writing?
As the three mausoleum guardian priests got closer to the passage opening, everyone gradually made out the content engraved on the stone slab.
Writing!
It was indeed writing!
And it was in a language used by undead bodies in modern tis!
As they made out the content of the writing, a look of horror appeared on everyone's faces as if they had seen a ghost.
"Do not act recklessly!"
Elder Tir's brow furrowed deeply.
Sothing was off about these three mausoleum guardian priests!
According to the understanding of the undead faction, they believed that the guards in the mausoleum were undead creatures revived under the eternal servitude of Empress Persephone, and therefore, were not supposed to possess high intelligence.
However, the three mausoleum guardian priests before them were clearly different!
The content of the writing on the stone slab was even more alarming.
The Frostbone Dragon was in an extrely dangerous state?
The entire mausoleum was about to explode?
Was this for real?
Tir was uncertain but dared not take the risk.
If what was written was true and Empress Persephone's mausoleum really did explode, it would be a trendous loss for the entire necromancy faction.
But...
Tir glanced briefly at the coffin.
The sarcophagus where the Frostbone Dragon was supposed to be sleeping was intact, without any sign of disturbance or aura.
It seed completely normal!
In contrast, the three mausoleum guardian priests appeared very suspicious.
There was sothing wrong!
In the stone chamber, except for a few scholars who were deeply engrossed in recording the mausoleum's inscriptions, almost everyone else had their attention focused on the three guardian priests.
The three mausoleum guardian priests proceeded with deliberate pauses, moving slowly until they entered the domain of the cavern.
Fang Heng watched as the invaders remained stationary, seemingly hesitant, and felt a bit more at ease. He stepped closer to the center of the cavern.
At that mont, one of the invaders, whose body was surrounded by intense flas, blocked his way.
Fang Heng frowned.
He could guess that the invader must have said sothing to him, but in his current state, under the influence of willpower, he could not hear what was being said.
Helpless, Fang Heng could only raise his hand to his ear and wave his hand.
Tir stared fixedly at Fang Heng.
Everyone was astonished by Fang Heng's gesture.
He was actually able to communicate using body language!
A major breakthrough of epic proportions.
Tir's mind raced, and he quickly switched to sign language to communicate.
However, all Fang Heng could see were flickering blue flas, making it impossible for him to discern Tir's movents.
Tir made several gestures over there, but seeing that the mausoleum guardian priests in front of him remained unresponsive, he felt a heavy sense of discouragent.
The progress in communication was very limited.
Fang Heng frowned, looking at the blue fla phantom blocking his path. He realized that this approach wasn't working, so he waved his hand again.
"Bang!"
A stone slab on the ground was once again lifted into the air by Fang Heng and floated towards him.
"Tan Shuo, write what I said."
Hearing this, Tan Shuo quickly extended his hand and inscribed the text on the stone slab as directed by Fang Heng. He then displayed the stone slab in front of the invaders.
The mbers of the necromancy faction were astonished by the actions of the three mausoleum guardian priests.
"We do not intend to be enemies with you. We are willing to engage in peaceful communication, but ti is of the essence. Please give five minutes, and I will prove everything I have said."
Feudal Lord Dani read the text aloud.
Looking at the mausoleum guardian priest controlled by Fang Heng, she had a strange feeling, as if she had seen him sowhere before.
Seeing that the ti was running out, Fang Heng, disregarding everything else, took decisive steps toward the central sarcophagus.
"Elder Tir?"
Central Elder Tir kept his eyes fixed on Fang Heng and ultimately raised his hand to stop everyone from taking action against the priest.
"Wait a mont longer! Let's see!"
They watched as the mausoleum guardian priest slowly approached the sarcophagus and stood in front of it.
The priest began to extend his hands slowly and recite in a rhythmic tone.
Huh?
Tir's expression changed as he heard the text being chanted by the priest. He imdiately shouted, "Quick! Record what he is saying! Hurry!"
At that mont, everyone in the hall focused their attention on the text being recited by Fang Heng.
anwhile, Ji Xiaobo remained intensely focused on Fang Heng.
The priest's chanting sounded as if it ca from deep within his body, the tone indiscernible. The odd rhythm made Ji Xiaobo feel sothing was off, a strange, indescribable feeling.
Li Shaoqiang and Tan Shuo stood anxiously behind Fang Heng, their hearts in their throats.
Unbelievable!
Could this trick actually work?
Li Shaoqiang swallowed nervously, watching the channeling bar appearing above Fang Heng's head, and silently prayed.
Just hold on a little longer!
Please don't get discovered!
At the sa ti, a ga hint appeared on Fang Heng's retina.
[Hint: The player is performing a prayer chant.]
[Hint: The current chanting requires 3 minutes. Please ensure that this status is not interrupted, or the chanting status will reset.]
At this mont, no one in the Great Hall disturbed Fang Heng.
The entire stone chamber was eerily quiet, with almost everyone holding their breath, focusing on recording the content of Fang Heng's chant. Only the occasional sounds of fighting could be heard from the stone door entrance on the other side.
After two and a half minutes, Fang Heng's tone suddenly changed, becoming sharp and piercing.
At the sa ti, a faint glow began to emanate from the central sarcophagus.
The sarcophagus began to shake slightly, uncontrollably!
Several necromancy instructors, who had been imrsed in morizing the text of the sarcophagus, were abruptly pulled out of their trance. They quickly beca alert and looked at the chanting mausoleum guardian priest, their eyes reflecting their astonishnt.
What was happening?
As they regained their composure, they heard the prayer being chanted by the guardian priest. Their hearts skipped a beat, and they glanced at the others who were recording and quickly resud their focus.
As ti ticked away, Li Shaoqiang watched as the long channeling bar above Fang Heng's head gradually reached its end.
[Hint: Player Fang Heng has completed the chant.]
It worked!
Li Shaoqiang felt a surge of joy.
At the sa ti, Fang Heng stopped chanting.
Was it over?
The crowd turned their heads to look at Fang Heng as the priest finished chanting and stopped.
Fang Heng remained still, intently watching the sarcophagus.
The sarcophagus ceased its slight trembling and returned to calm.
"Buzz... Buzz..."
Huh?
The crowd heard a strange sound and turned their attention to the central sarcophagus.
"Whoosh!"
In the next mont, the sarcophagus was suddenly thrown open, and a phantom slowly began to materialize above the broken sarcophagus.
At first, it was just a soul recently awakened from slumber, its form gradually solidifying from the void.
Frosty breath spread out from the sarcophagus.
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