Chapter 3560 A Special Cultivation

A single Sanskrit word normally recorded a great amount of information. Zen was quite taken aback when he found an abundance of Sanskrit words — what sort of things needed to be recorded with so many of them?

Sensing Zen's emotional fluctuation, the Regal Jade Spirit asked, "Zen, what do you see?"

"So many Sanskrit words!" Zen exclaimed in excitement.

"A great number?" Even the spirit was rather surprised.

He was quite interested in the Land of Inheritance for the purified beings. It could involve higher-level secrets of the Instant Civilization, after all.

"Yes," Zen's gaze swept across the slate, giving him a rough estimate. "There are about three hundred to four hundred Sanskrit words in total — they all look strange to me. I should ask Geoffrey…"

These days, Geoffrey was growing more and more proficient in deciphering Sanskrit words. Every time Zen spotted a new one, he'd think of him.

But before Zen could finish his words, the fact that he was now on the Other Shore suddenly came to mind. It was impossible for him to bring Geoffrey there to decipher Sanskrit words. Even if he could, Geoffrey probably wouldn't be able to see the words with his naked eyes because of the white light. Neither No. 9527 nor the Regal Jade Spirit could see them, after all.

It was even more unrealistic to copy them with duplicating stone tablets as it was impossible for Zen to bring those to the Other Shore.

While the Regal Jade Spirit tried figuring out what to do, Zen's eyes were suddenly fixated on the slate. The first Sanskrit word seemed to have moved.

The second one followed, and then the third, and the fourth, and so on. Rows of Sanskrit words began rolling like waves as they began flipping one after another. Zen's gaze was completely pulled in by the movement.

"I think you can try lending Geoffrey your eyesight in the place of his," said the Regal Jade Spirit. "Perhaps that will work." But Zen paid no mind to his words, let alone responded.

"Zen? Zen, what do you think?"

After calling his name a few times, the spirit finally realized Zen's unusual state.

He was standing as still as a statu

request, Yan told them about Zen's childhood, as well as his early adventure in the Eastern Region.

Zen's life stories sounded incredible to the two girls who had grown up in the Source World.

While Elvinia wasn't too astonished because she had already heard some stories from Lavender, Natalie's face was full of disbelief.

Everyone in the Source World was born with great power, after all. So long as they had adequate talent, becoming a True God wasn't all that difficult.

Zen, on the other hand, was born among the lowest level of beings in his father's inner world. The fact that he had reached his present level coming from that situation was nothing short of miraculous, Natalie believed.

A circle of light suddenly appeared beside them, from where Zen emerged.

"He's back!" Yan's eyes lit up with absolute joy upon seeing her brother's safe return.

"What exactly is this circle of light? How did it take you away?" Elvinia asked curiously.

"You can check it out for yourself if you want to, you know," Zen threw an easy smile in Elvinia's direction. He wanted to send her into the palace of light. After she grasped the Sanskrit words on the slate, she would get the answer on her own.

But surprisingly, the circle of light didn't appear at his command. The three women stared at him curiously, wondering what he meant.

Zen smiled wryly in mild embarrassment.

"Well… it seems that I failed…"