Lu Yun could extrapolate many things from the eyes’ words.

First, the shamanic race.

They were absolutely a branch of the ancient humans dating back to the Primeval Era. They’d ushered in the golden age of the shamanic dao at a later date, but for one reason or another, they’d ultimately vanished in the sands of time.

Corpse coffins were a shamanic art, and weren’t tombs, but curses.

The shamans had reappeared in the ancient times and used the corpse coffin art to curse the primeval dragons. Eighty thousand years ago, they’d struck again with the same method and buried two divine kings—Ruyi and Yueshen—to curse the fortunes of the divine dynasty.

And now... the poison curse also originated from the shamanic race!

Lu Yun...