If these seals can be broken, the Papal Scepter will be a powerful magical artifact.
Ye Feng didn't recognize these ancient characters and didn't understand what they contained.
Fifth Master should recognize it.
This must be what his mother left him.
Suddenly.
A beam of golden light shot out from the golden petals and merged into the ancient landscape painting above Ye Feng's head.
Deep within the ancient landscape painting, the mysterious golden light trembled slightly.
This golden light still flew out from the Starry Sky Altar Xuanyuan Tomb, hidden deep within the ancient landscape map, shrouded in clouds and mist.
Even with the Purple-Gold Divine Eye activated, it was impossible to see clearly what it was.
Sudden.
A woman's voice came from within the golden light.
"Xiaofeng..."
The voice was very familiar and incredibly warm, as if it came from a very distant place.
Ye Feng was overjoyed.
"It's my mother!"
"Mother……"
Ye Feng used his divine sense to enter the ancient landscape map, but he was still unable to get close to the mysterious golden light.
“Xiaofeng, I’m so happy for you that you’ve come this far and received the papal scepter. I know you have a lot of questions in your heart.”
"When you are powerful enough in the future, you will naturally know the answer to all of this. Next, go inside the pyramid, retrieve the broken golden petal from the scepter, and repair this magical artifact as soon as possible. You don't have much time left, remember that..."
The mother's voice soon disappeared.
The mysterious golden light returned to its calm state.
This must be a voice left behind by the mother in advance, not a voice transmitted from afar.
At the same time, something mysterious began to stir deep within Ye Feng's mind.
This is an ancient cryptic text from the Vatican.
Although it used ancient Vatican script, Ye Feng did not recognize it.
But perhaps because of the blessing of his mother's remaining divine will, he was able to understand a little bit of it.
Ragnarok!
This is a lament for Ragnarok, and reciting it will bring about a catastrophe.
Even the gods had to face the tragedy of twilight, so one can imagine how powerful this lament is.
Ye Feng took a deep breath, gripped the papal scepter tightly, and tried to chant.
"Gods, mourn the bloodshed, the end times are coming..."
Suddenly, the earth shook, the wind and clouds changed color...
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