"Soul Calming!"
Shi Hao read the words on the stele; they were very simple, just two characters.
Calming what soul?
"Restless Soul?" Shi Hao immediately raised an eyebrow; it was so eerie here that he naturally thought of restless souls.
Restless souls again?
Previously, an ancient dynasty took the initiative to communicate with the leader of the restless souls, established a large altar to sacrifice the inhabitants of a city, and used a summoning formation to transfer the army of restless souls. Ultimately, they failed, and only a few restless souls managed to arrive.
Now... another ancient dynasty. Are there still such heartless people?
"Damn it, is the Mortal Realm so deep?" The Purple Gold Rat jumped in front of the stele and started to study it carefully. After a while, it said, "This stele is not simple, crafted by a strong hand; it must have really suppressed something."