Chen Sheng had just broken through to the late-stage Nascent Soul, and the void domain around him hadn't fully retracted yet. Every slight movement of his fingers could stir the air into faint ripples.
His gaze fell on the white jade stele in the center of the hall, and a strong sensation surged in his heart.
After the breakthrough, it seemed as if an invisible bond had formed between him and the stele. From deep within the stele, which previously felt like a barrier of ten thousand mountains, gentle waves now emanated, like an invitation from an old friend, inviting him to explore deeper.
"Breaking through to the late-stage Nascent Soul, can it really resonate with the jade stele like this?"
Chen Sheng walked closer, raising his hand to gently press on the surface of the stele. The cool touch of jade carried an ancient desolation, and the void power within his body began to circulate naturally, flowing into the stele through the lines of his palm.
