Trial of the Golden Dragon Sect (5)

Michael stared at the strange pedestal and activated his Eyes of the Great Sage skill to the maximum, once again entering that familiar world.

To his surprise, the pedestal still exuded its strange mana, but this time, he could see how the letters were being written.

A stream, as if from a string—the words were falling down and forming while in the middle of the air, before finally being etched into the pedestal.

He was unable to tell exactly how they were etched in there or by whom, but at least he had a better idea of what was going on now.

The system still refused to give him answers, likely in its monthly phase of "Go do it yourself."

You sure are a comedian, aren't you? Fine. Deal with it on your own this time for real, the system said and immediately fell quiet.

'Yeah? It sounds to me like you don't know what's going on either,' Michael shot back, attempting to provoke the system for an answer.