1641 An Ancient Wars.h.i.+p! Ancient Runes! (1)
An ancient wars.h.i.+p flew through the emptiness at a swift speed, too fast to be seen by the naked eye.
At the s.h.i.+p’s bottom deck, in a s.p.a.cious and luxuriously decorated room—w.a.n.g Teng saw a familiar figure.
“Invigilator Sikong!” the hero exclaimed in surprise when he saw the expert.
“Haha, surprised to see me?” asked the senior with a laugh.
w.a.n.g Teng: …
This invigilator is a little cheeky.
“Invigilator, why are you here?” he asked.
“To welcome you personally. Our academy values you highly.” The elder laughed once more.
w.a.n.g Teng blinked; he was honestly startled. “I’m honored.”
Sikong the Second was a profound eternal stage expert. Even so, he personally went there to greet him.
Is it true, as he said, that the Seventh Stellar Academy values me greatly?
“Don’t overthink. You entered the Star Rankings; this treatment is only natural,” said the elder.
The hero nodded in response.
“You can call me Instructor Sikong from now on, as I also teach at the academy.”
“All right.” w.a.n.g Teng was surprised, only then realizing the man’s additional ident.i.ty. Nodding, he said, “Instructor Sikong!”
“Good. Rest a.s.sured, choosing our Seventh Stellar Academy is the wisest decision you could make,” the elder replied happily.
“I’ve never regretted the choice I made,” w.a.n.g Teng said calmly.
Now it was time for the instructor to be shocked. He glanced at the young student and chuckled. “I like your character. No wonder you’ve come this far.”
“You flatter me, Instructor,” the hero replied in a humble manner.
The senior beckoned him and said, “Come, let’s sit and have a chat.”
w.a.n.g Teng accepted the offer and sat down on a comfortable sofa. “Instructor, how long does it take to reach the academy?”
“Our wars.h.i.+p, although equivalent to eternal cla.s.s, is three times faster than the ordinary vessels at full speed. We’ll reach the Seventh Stellar Academy in just a few days,” Sikong the Second explained while pouring a gla.s.s of fragrant wine for the hero. He then crossed his legs.
“What?” Someone gasped in w.a.n.g Teng’s mind. It was Round Ball, taken aback by the revelation.
The hero was similarly dumbfounded, knowing how fast similar-cla.s.s s.h.i.+ps were.
Previously, when he returned to planet Yuming, he had actually used an eternal-level s.p.a.cecraft. Such a speed was far beyond what a universe-level s.h.i.+p could compare to, saving him a considerable amount of time.
And yet, Sikong the Second told him that their vessel’s speed was three times that of a normal eternal-level s.p.a.cecraft. It was terrifying!
“w.a.n.g Teng, ask him if the wars.h.i.+p was built using the Paleo Clan’s technology! Ask him! Hurry!” Round Ball’s eager voice resonated in w.a.n.g Teng’s mind.
“The Paleo Clan’s technology?!” A trace of curiosity flashed in w.a.n.g Teng’s eyes. The fact that the s.h.i.+p was related to the Paleo Clan surprised him. Keeping his composure in check, he asked, “Instructor Sikong, why is this wars.h.i.+p so fast?”
“Because it’s a Paleo Clan’s wars.h.i.+p,” Sikong the Second glanced at him and said.
“A Paleo Clan’s wars.h.i.+p!” w.a.n.g Teng pretended to be confused. “How amazing.”
“All right, enough with the acting. You should know a little about the Paleo Clan,” Sikong the Second said.
“Instructor, what are you saying? I don’t understand. I don’t know what the Paleo Clan is.” The hero kept playing the oblivious part.
“Kid, stop pretending. The physical skill you used back in the League of Talents belongs to the Paleo Clan,” said the elder as he pointed at his new junior with a wry smile.
“Cough, all right. The secret is out.” w.a.n.g Teng coughed awkwardly.
He should have guessed that he couldn’t fool the instructors from the Seven Stellar Academies. The golden symbol that appeared on his forehead whenever he executed the Ancient G.o.d’s Body was written with the Paleo Clan’s Language.
Perhaps he could deceive the ones unaware, but he couldn’t deceive the instructors from the Seven Stellar Academies.
The senior smiled and said nonchalantly “How cautious of you. That’s good. Being cautious will keep you alive.”
“However, I don’t know anything about the Paleo Clan’s wars.h.i.+ps,” w.a.n.g Teng said.
“Let me explain to you then.” Sikong the Second contemplated for some time before continuing, “The wars.h.i.+p was discovered in some ancient ruins, and the consensus is that it was behind by an ancient race. Not only does it possess astonis.h.i.+ng defensive capabilities, the speed surpa.s.ses that of modern s.h.i.+ps, and the difference is significant. It garnered much attention when it came out; we conducted research on it and managed to acquire some ancient runic knowledge. We found that the runic technology from back then differs greatly from the ones used today.”
“It seems that we are far inferior to those ancient clans!”
“Oh my…” w.a.n.g Teng didn’t know what to say. It was truly shocking to hear such a statement from his instructor.
The man admitted that they were inferior when compared to the ancient races!
While our hero was aware of the immense power those ancient clans held, and of their countless legends throughout the universe, he had always believed that modern day humanity was stronger.
After all, the ancient clans were already gone, while the human race was the true dominator of the universe in recent times.
“Surprised?” Sikong the Second asked with a smile.
“Yes.” The young man nodded.
“There’s no shame in admitting that we’re not as great as our predecessors. We are still researching what they left behind, hoping to one day surpa.s.s them,” the senior said.