Based on the tombstone outside, this place was supposed to be a tomb. But what stood before him was not a grave, but a living person. A living person—a member of the Spirit Race, no less—was trapped here. The situation was quite intriguing.
"You're not a member of the Spirit Race!?" the young woman exclaimed in shock after sizing him up. To enter this place, one had to be extremely familiar with the language of the Spirit Race; otherwise, it was simply impossible.
The most distinguishing feature of the Spirit Race was their Divine Runes. Their faces bore faint traces of them. On the forehead of the young woman before him were two faint Divine Runes that connected to form a circle, giving her a magical appearance.
They were the darlings of the Divine Rune Realm, exceptionally talented at drawing Divine Runes.
