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Unperturbed by these words, Qinchuan replied with a calm deanor, "It's rely a Divine Stone; how could it possibly trouble this young master? Not to ntion it's a re inanimate object, even the person who set it up back in the day fails to catch my eye."
As he spoke, Qinchuan's palm moved towards the Divine Stone to press down on it.
When Qinchuan's fingertips touched the gleaming Divine Stone, what was originally a dull and dim stone suddenly blazed with a divine radiance, casting splendid light all around.
The dazzling burst of light enveloped Qinchuan's entire body, making him appear suprely sacred and solemn under the divine glow.
"This is the end!"
Seeing this, the Azure-eyed Tiger backed away greatly, retreating hundreds of feet from Qinchuan before shaking its head and expressing its anxiety with a worried tone.
It had experienced a similar scene back then; the divine light seed harmless to both humans and animals, but it could erode one's Divine Sense. Acting quickly when sensing sothing wrong, it withdrew half a step. Despite its fast reaction, it was still invaded by the divine light and took a hundred years to recover.
As it inwardly sighed with resignation,
the next mont, the scene before its eyes left it utterly astounded.
Suddenly, from within the Divine Stone, a terrifying divine radiance burst forth, shining brightly and transforming into a primordial ferocious beast that roared out, seemingly ready to swallow Qinchuan whole.
At this mont, an intense wave of actualized Dao Magic Patterns burst forth from Qinchuan's body. A torrent of Dao and Great Dao Principles erupted from him, vast and magnificent, intertwining in the void to form a colossal net of the Dao. Within it hid the terrifying true intent of Asura, profound and sweeping.
This great net, woven from the Dao, grasped the Myriad Manifestation; even the divine radiance that burst forth from the Divine Stone upon the stele, upon touching the net, suddenly lost its brilliance.
Qinchuan's massive hand covered the Divine Stone, which imdiately dimd, turning into an ordinary rock.
As Qinchuan touched the Divine Stone, he remained silent for a long ti.
The mont he touched it, a chilling coolness from inside the stone passed through his heart, and the next mont, he felt a sense of desolate loneliness flash within.
It seed only an instant had passed, but Qinchuan felt as though he had wandered alone for millions of years through the long river of ti, ethereal and rootless—the flotsam of eternity perpetually sinking in the ancient river of ti.
Had Qinchuan's mind and soul not been far beyond ordinary people, he would likely have been lost in it.
"Such pure Prohibition power; who left this behind? Who could have done such clean work?" Qinchuan murmured.
In the current world, whether it be the Myriad Heavens and Worlds or the Divine Court of the Underworld, whether using Divine Skills or setting up Prohibitions, due to individual cultivation and comprehension, Divine Skills or Prohibitions would invariably leave so traces or clues.
Although it is impossible to discern soone's exact identity from these fine distinctions, it is possible to deduce their clan and race, and which world they belong to, from these flaws.
However, when Qinchuan just now undid that Prohibition, he found that the Prohibition locking the Divine Stone contained only the pure force of Great Dao Principles—so pristine and clean he could not detect even a trace of post-Innate Dao Magic essence.
The Prohibition seed as if it had been naturally ford and had always existed since the beginning of heaven and earth.
Its origins and lineage were completely inscrutable.
He once again surged with Divine Power, attempting to extract the Divine Stone from the Stele, but found that the Divine Stone seed as if it had naturally grown on the Stele itself—no matter how hard he tried, even as Innate True Qi surged forth, the Divine Stone didn't move a bit, let alone being pried off.
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Seeing that he could not obtain any useful information from the Divine Stone, nor could he take it with him, Qinchuan accepted his reality and did not continue to expend his True Qi.
Following the stele, he continued to look downward.
Beneath the Divine Stone, about three feet away, stood a row of obscure and arcane runes.
These peculiar and bizarre runes densely covered the entire stele from top to bottom, from right to left, resembling an indecipherable heavenly script, primitive and difficult to understand.
Just one glance at these runes made Qinchuan's head spin and imparted an overwhelming desire to sleep.
The principles within the runes were so overpowering that even Qinchuan of the present, whose Asura Divine Soul had yet to fully awaken, nearly succumbed to their depths when looking directly at them.
Fortunately, the Asura Divine Soul seed to have sensed Qinchuan's abnormality; the Great Emperor-like Asura Divine Soul vibrated slightly, releasing a sweeping breath that cleansed Qinchuan's Divine Sense, pulling him back from the Illusion Realm.
"This is a kind of writing!" Qinchuan exclaid in shock upon regaining clarity.
"Writing?"
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The Qing-Eyed Tiger stood aside with an air of indifference, seemingly quite afraid of the runes on the stele and avoided looking at them, asking curiously, and sowhat gruffly.
"What sort of writing is this that it is so formidable? When I first laid eyes on it, it made fall into an Illusion Realm for a whole hundred years."
The Qing-Eyed Tiger had suffered twice at this stele; the first ti was with the Divine Stone itself and rely by touching it, its divine radiance required him a hundred years to recover.
The second ti he beca smart and did not touch the Divine Stone but rely gazed upon the mysterious runes on the stele, and once again, he was pulled into the Illusion Realm by these enigmatic runes, wasting another century.
After suffering two major setbacks, the Qing-Eyed Tiger dared not approach this peculiar altar again.
Had Qinchuan not arrived, he would have had no desire to co near this place in his lifeti.
Now, hearing that those mysterious runes were rely so form of writing, and that what had trapped him in the Illusion Realm was not the principles but rely the incomprehensible nature of the writing, he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
Qinchuan shook his head, saying, "My Innate Pupils are able to see through its essence. The principles within contain vast amounts of information, which clearly indicates that these densely packed runes are indeed writing. But as for which clan's script they are, what principles are contained within these writings, and what kind of information it holds, I have no clue."
In his past efforts to revive Ling'er, Qinchuan ventured alone into the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, the Netherworld, and the land of the Wan Clans, gaining so knowledge about them all, yet he had never seen such grotesque, peculiar, and incomprehensible writing.
Seeing that he gained nothing from the stele, Qinchuan sighed deeply and proceeded towards the central altar.
Compared to the mysterious and solemn inviolability of the stele, this seemingly ancient and grand altar appeared to hold no danger whatsoever.
After Qinchuan stepped onto the round altar, the countless Divine Stones beneath him only flickered with a few barely perceptible divine nuances and then returned to silence.
They seed completely indifferent to Qinchuan's adventurous intrusion.
As Qinchuan moved, a thread of his Asura Divine Soul leaked from his body, covering the entire altar above. The round altar showed no reaction, allowing Qinchuan's Divine Sense to explore freely.
His Asura Divine Soul swept over the altar ticulously, sparing not a single detail, but in the end, he still found nothing unusual.
Aside from the altar being made of an unknowable Divine Stone, this altar, compared with ordinary altars, had no other differences.
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