"Why is the memory of ancient demon scripts fading?"
In the inheritance world, Di Tian squatted on the ground, his right hand supporting his chin, his eyes shining brightly.
Upon realizing he couldn't recognize the ancient demon scripts, he indeed felt a bit sorrowful.
But soon he realized the gravity of the situation; the inherited texts of the human tribe and demon tribe seem to have all been forgotten, and the cultivation techniques they now pass on are translations by later generations.
Are the writings of the demon tribe and human tribe intolerable to the will of the Heavens?
Or is there a mysterious existence unwilling to allow the continuation of human and demon civilizations?
"Laws of Heaven and Earth?"
Suddenly, in Di Tian's mind, the words of Kunpeng echoed, seeming to impart some understanding.
After a moment, he shook his head, ceased contemplating the issue, feeling the human tribe matter was unresolved, he was in no position to study heavenly laws.
