The cold man sent an invitation.
However, Lod was very careful and did not rush in to find out the truth.
Although the truth of the battle between heaven and hell could be said to be within his reach at this moment. He only needed to step into this temple to know. However, he was still extremely vigilant. Before he figured out the origin of the cold man, he would never easily step into that temple.
The reason was clear.
In such a relic that had been left by civilization for millions of years or even longer, the appearance of Tower of Babel was already amazing enough. Now, a living person with an even stranger appearance suddenly appeared in front of him, how could he not be vigilant?
Especially the first impression of the cold man, which made Lod feel deeply disgusted.
Although even he himself could not tell where this sense of disgust came from, it was like a shadow that lingered in the bottom of his heart, as if it was a natural source of exclusion of human beings, so serious that he wanted to give the other person sword!
This feeling was very wrong for Lod.
Because if death god wanted to grasp more power, the first trial he had to go through was to have a deep soul exchange with zanpakuto. The benefit of doing so was that it would gradually cause death god's mental state and mind to undergo a world-shaking change.
Therefore, along with the progress of death god's strength level, the soul and mental state would become stronger. The two were a process that complemented each other.
Perhaps Lod was slightly inferior in terms of spiritual energy level, but after his mental state and soul had gone through tempering, they had long surpassed most of the captain level death god. Thus, it was almost impossible for external factors to affect him.
However, when facing this cold and indifferent man, he was still inevitably affected by!
Seeing that Lod was not willing to take action, the cold man's blue eyes flashed, as if he had seen through the misgivings in his heart. He slowly opened his mouth and said, "Don't be vigilant and confused. It is normal for you to hate me. Don't worry, I won't hurt you."
"What an interesting excuse."
Lod pressed his right hand on sword's hilt, maintaining a posture that could counterattack at any time. He said lightly, "But it is a pity that it is not convincing at all. Instead of using these words to prevaricate me, why don't you tell me why you want me to go in?"
Seeing that the other party was soft and stubborn, a trace of helplessness flashed across the cold man's face. He said, "It is not that I want you to go in, but the truth you want to know. It can only be seen in the temple. I can't say it out loud."
Can't say it out loud... Is there some kind of restriction placed on it?
"Then if I tell you,
I am not interested in the truth. Will you stop me? "Lod raised his eyebrows and said.
"The choice is always in your hands." The cold man shook his head and said with a deep gaze, "But I firmly believe that you will not leave just like this."
Lod sneered and said, "Are you so sure?"
"The die of fate has already fallen, and no one can change the result."
The indifferent man looked at Lord, sighed deeply, and said, "I've been waiting here for millions of years, just waiting for a person to come over. Only those who hold the 'Destiny Clay Tablet' can open this legacy monuments, and that person...that's you.
"Destiny Clay Tablet? You mean... the stone carved with Akkadian words?" Lod was shocked. He didn't expect that the seemingly ordinary thing had such a big background!
"To be precise, that is a part of it." The cold man said, "The real Destiny Clay Tablet records everything about... but it has long been broken along with the great war. All you see is one of them."
There are seven Destiny Clay Tablet in total, and it is said that it records the scene of the creation of God.
But now, judging from the indifferent man's expression, what was recorded on the Destiny Clay Tablet should not be as simple as he had imagined. At least, it was definitely not the scene when God created the world.
"There are no coincidences in the world. There are only certain things..." Lod murmured these words softly. Just as he had guessed earlier, ever since the moment he obtained the Destiny Clay Tablet, invisible karma threads had already wrapped around him.
Therefore, there was no use in escaping.
Even if he turned back today and left this place, he would eventually return to this ancient ruin under the guidance of fate.
"A sentence that contains philosophy is very consistent with the current situation." The indifferent man nodded slightly, expressing his certainty. "When fate guides you here, it is better to face it head-on than to delay and escape."
"That makes sense."
Lod suddenly chuckled. He slowly let out a breath and said, "Either way, it will come. Why don't we do as you wish?"
With that, he walked into the temple.
However, if one looked closely, they would find that zanpakuto, who was held by Lod's right hand, had been unsheathed for about half an inch. He could pull sword out at any time and cut off the head of the indifferent man with a fierce and unparalleled momentum.
The indifferent man did not care about this. After a casual glance, he turned around and led the way to the temple. He faintly reminded, "It is a good thing to be vigilant, but it is best not to attack me. Otherwise, you will be the one to suffer."
Lod followed behind him. When he heard this, the tip of his eyebrows sank, and a trace of coldness appeared in his eyes. "I can understand the meaning of this sentence. If you have sufficient confidence, won't you be killed by me, sword?"
"This is neither provocation nor confidence." The cold man paused for about half a second before he said in a self-deprecating manner, "Maybe you can kill me in the future, but not now. I am looking forward to that day."
"From what you're saying, you seem to be looking forward to me killing you?"
"To a certain extent... yes."
"Can you tell me the reason?"
"I am a sinner who is cursed by God, so I look forward to the arrival of death."
At this point, Lod could hear a trace of sorrow and grief in the cold man's voice, as if he was regretting the sins he had committed.
"What sins have you committed?" Lod asked curiously.
"I... killed someone." After a moment of silence, the cold man slowly said, "He... is my younger brother."
Lod asked again, "Who are you?"
However, this time, the indifferent man still did not answer. He only said, "I am... a cursed person."
He spoke without any rhyme or reason. He was clearly another riddle person.
Lod knew that it was useless even if he asked, so he was too lazy to ask why. He just followed the indifferent man into the temple silently.
The internal structure of the temple was square, and the area it occupied was not large.
There was neither a high platform statue used for sacrificial offerings nor any related reliefs and murals. There was only a completely black stone tablet.
But unlike the stone tablet he saw in the temple below, this completely black stone tablet did not have any drawings, only dense characters of Akkadian. Like inscriptions used to record important events, it was deeply embedded into the stone tablet several inches deep.
"You don't want me to see this, do you?"
The veins on the corners of Lod's eyebrows twitched. He looked at the indifferent man snappily and said, "I don't know how to read these words. Why don't you read them for me?"
"No need."
The cold man pointed at the stone tablet and said, "You only need to touch the stone tablet and you can hear its voice."