Jun Wu sat on the wooden bed, lost in thought. Now that he was left alone, he could finally think deeply about what the prophet had told them.
"What really happened in ancient times?" he muttered.
He felt as if they were thrust into the midst of a complicated scheme—a scheme that had been going on for thousands of years.
How were they going to stop a deep, hidden plot that had been going on for the past thousand years?
With their meager strength, they stood no chance. Apart from what the prophet had told them, from the ancient soul memory, he also inferred something.
From the ancient soul, he saw chaos and battle everywhere. However, since the memory was fragmented, it was difficult to piece together.
What he did know was that the ruins were two-edged swords. They were both their blessing and their curse.
In every ruin, their deeply hidden darkness waited to be unleashed. And if those cults started unleashing the darkness again—
