The stone stele was pitch-black, made of some unknown material. Its surface was covered in a dense, mysterious script, resembling tadpole-like characters that were impossible to decipher.
On the back of the stele was a depiction of a palace, seemingly pointing to a specific location.
He had obtained this black stone stele from the bottom of the Qingjiang, the very place where he had discovered the secrets of his own past.
Even with all his knowledge, Ning Jiang could not discern the stele's origin.
One thing was certain, however: the black stone stele was incredibly durable.
BANG.
A terrifying Thunderbolt struck the black stone stele, but it remained perfectly still, not a single scratch appearing on its surface.
'Just as I thought.'
