章 912: Oracular Chant of the Great Dao

Before Qin Wentian, was a bunch of blood-colored runes on the statue that seemed to be formed from sentient blood.

The blood runes thrummed, directly piercing into the eyes of those who looked at it. And at the instant Qin Wentian turned his gaze onto the runes, a blood-colored beam of light directly shot into his mind, manifesting a crimson-colored silhouette that exuded an ancient aura which caused a blood rune to be imprinted within.

At this moment, Qin Wentian’s heart trembled violently. He closed his eyes and could faintly sense that he was in an illusory space where that blurry crimson figure was imparting a chant to him. Every word of this chant was directly branded on the blood rune in his mind, but the words were extremely difficult to understand, so difficult to the extent where it seemed almost impossible to comprehend the meaning behind them.