The blood in the temple streamed ever more wantonly, and on the ground, seven characters appeared in succession—death, death… death!
Seven "death" characters in a row, each a deeper, bloodier red than the last, each more hair-raising.
These seven "death"s were also reminding Zhou Xuan that once this Divination was opened, what he would face thereafter would be unspeakably tragic.
And at this moment, Zhou Xuan too gained a fleeting instant of clarity.
He suddenly realized a question— it seemed the Blood Well was using these consecutive "death" characters to warn him that as long as he beheld the content of the Divination, everything would become irretrievable.
"Why would it be irretrievable?"
"What if I pretend I never saw anything, and simply bury this secret deep in my heart?"
When Zhou Xuan's thoughts reached this point, suddenly, a notion that made his scalp go numb surged up from the depths of his heart with a "whoosh."
