"You've forgotten?"
The two Mage Kings were taken by surprise, "Could it be that the Imperial Preceptor still remembers?"
"Mmm. It's probably that your cultivation is insufficient, so you're unable to recall the details." Fang Xingjian's eyes gleamed, and he looked toward the wordless monument once again, leaving that line drifting in the minds of the two Mage Kings.
"I still need to enter it one more time. The two of you did a good job just now. I still need you to continue staying on guard."
As Fang Xingjian's martial will smashed toward the wordless monument once again, he felt that everything before him were blurry and chaotic. It was as if he was passing through countless time periods and spaces before arriving in a stretch of darkness.
There was no air or sunlight, and the temperature seemed to be kept eternally at approximately negative 270 degrees Celsius. The environment was just as harsh as a vacuum in space.
