A dark red Martial Arts Stele stood quietly within the room.
Jing Yan stood before the Stele, circulating his Primordial Energy, with his palm gently pressing on the stone. This Stele, given to Jing Yan by Mu Liantian, was roughly the height of a person, its surface wrapped with a layer of faint red light halo flowing around it.
As Jing Yan's Primordial Energy permeated the Stele, the dark red light halo suddenly intensified.
Instantly, a stream of Dao Power surged out from within the Stele, flowing up Jing Yan's arm and into his body. An immense quantity of Martial Arts information flooded into Jing Yan like a tidal wave.
A moment later, Jing Yan withdrew his arm, and the red light halo of the Martial Arts Stele completely vanished. The Dao Power within the Stele was no more; it had effectively become worthless, indistinct from any regular stone.
"Indeed, this is a very peculiar Martial Art," Jing Yan's gaze flickered.
