Ultimately, a caution entered his mind:
"Når den svarte månen vissner, kommer sørgemoerne tilbake fra det uendelige dyphavet."
When the caution appeared, he somehow divinely understood its meaning.
"When the black moon withers, the mourners return from the endless deep sea."
This... Lin Yi squinted his eyes: "This seems to be the phrase that the broken statues were chanting... Oh, that's right, the broken statues were chanting in Chinese, which I could understand, but this phrase is in the original pronunciation of the caution..."
Lin Yi pondered, trying to capture more notes, but he failed; it seemed there was only this one phrase.
With some doubts, he slowly floated back, yet his will could not float to the side of the "naturally him".
Before he could float far, the endless bookshelf sections around him started to warp, with intense heat permeating the shelving area, rolling in like lava, and the entire space igniting like a piece of paper, rapidly burning...
