Walker Of The Blue Sky

Chapter 341: Ch 341: The Forgotten Language of Primordials

Emrys suddenly felt a ripple in his dimensional space. He frowned as his heart tightened. Then he immediately focused his senses inside the dimensional space.

There, he saw the Eternal Token glowing brilliantly while trembling with intense vibrations.

His frown deepened. This was the first time he had ever seen the Eternal Token react like this. Until now, it had always been silent like a dormant artifact, resting quietly inside his space.

But now, it felt alive and was vibrating intensely.

And as for what it was reacting to, Emrys did not need to guess. His instincts screamed at him that the Eternal Token was actually reacting to the unknown language carved on the walls.

Before he could think or act...

Whoosh!

The Eternal Token suddenly exploded with an unfathomable amount of energy, flooding his entire being with its overwhelming force. Emrys instantly felt his surroundings warping violently as if the space itself was being peeled open.

Emrys widened his eyes, but before he could even raise his hand or take a defensive stance, the temple, the carvings, the old man, everything around him shattered like broken glass.

The next moment, darkness swallowed him.

No, it wasn’t just darkness.

It was an endless void filled with countless stars, like a night sky without end.

Emrys found himself floating weightlessly in this void filled with countless stars. Most importantly, his own state was very mysterious. He seemed to be suspended somewhere between existence and nonexistence.

There were glowing streams of strange symbols around him. These symbols were exactly the same ones he had seen on the wall of the temple. These symbols were an unknown language’s characters, and they were flowing like rivers of light. They moved and danced freely.

Emrys was confused at first, but then he suddenly noticed that these symbols were weaving complex patterns in the void. And somehow, Emrys could feel that they were alive.

"What is this place, and what is happening?"

He had no answer, only endless questions.

The Eternal Token was related to the Eternal Paradise. Emrys just could not understand why something related to the Eternal Paradise reacted in such a way to this unknown language.

Could it be that there is some sort of relation between the Eternal Paradise and the unknown language?

While Emrys was still thinking, a small point of light flashed and the Eternal Token appeared before right in front of him. It floated there silently while emitting rhythmic pulses of light.

Emrys subconsciously stretched his hand out, but then, the Eternal Token vibrated again and a single stream of symbols broke off from the others and slowly approached Emrys.

As they came closer, something astonishing happened. The symbols began to rearrange themselves into forms he could understand. It was as if an invisible hand was teaching him how to read them.

And then, an ancient and ethereal voice echoed softly in his mind.

The forgotten language of the Primordials, lost beyond the tides of time.

Whispers of it linger in the hollowed Eternity, carried by winds unseen.

A single syllable could awaken sleeping gods or drown realms in endless nights.

Guarded by the silent Watchers, its verses remain sealed in the depths of the Abyss.

Only the heart that knows neither fear nor desire may speak its first true word.

When the final bell tolls and the veil shatters, the language shall be reborn.

And with it begins the eternal war between the "Seen" and the "Hidden".

Emrys: "???"

He recalled what he heard but could not understand a thing. Those words were complicated and unclear.

Still, he was able to understand that this unknown language was likely the language the Primordial Race used to speak. However, since there are very few Primordials left, and for reasons unknown, this language has been lost for an unknown number of Sage Eras now.

He could only understand this much.

While he was still thinking about those words spoken into his mind directly, a lot of pieces of information flooded into his mind naturally, as if it had always belonged to him.

And in the next second, Emrys found that the unknown language was no longer unknown. He could read and understand it.

His eyes snapped open with a sharp glint.

Before Emrys could even catch his breath, the Eternal Token trembled once more.

Whoooosh—!!

An even greater surge of energy erupted all of a sudden, shaking the very void around him. The stars, the flowing symbols, and the endless night, everything blurred into a torrent of light and shadows, twisting and folding into itself.

Thud!

The next moment, Emrys felt solid ground beneath his feet again. His vision cleared, and he found himself once more standing inside the ancient temple. The air here was thick with silence just like before.

The cold and unmoving carvings of stars and symbols still covered the stone walls.

It was as if nothing had changed at all.

Emrys slowly turned his head to the side and saw the old man standing a short distance away, gazing up at the mural with calm and contemplative eyes. Looking at this old man made Emrys feel as if nothing strange had happened at all.

It was like the old man had no idea that a shocking phenomenon had just taken place.

It was almost as if no time had passed after he was pulled into the void.

’Did all of that happen only to me?’

Emrys wondered as he lowered his gaze. Then he looked inside his dimensional space and found the Eternal Token there.

The Eternal Token had returned to its previous calmness. There was no light, no vibrations, and no energy fluctuations. It was as silent and dormant as before, as if what had happened earlier had been nothing more than a dream.

But Emrys knew better.

He clenched his fists slowly, feeling the flood of new knowledge surging within him. The once indecipherable symbols carved into the stone walls no longer looked mysterious. Instead, they now appeared vivid and full of meaning to him. He could now understand every line, every curve, and every dot inscribed on the wall.

As he read the words on the wall, a chill ran down his spine.