The stone tablet was dilapidated and had been through the vicissitudes of time. At a glance, one could tell that it had long since stood erect like the passage of time. There were traces of thunder and lightning on it, wounds from heavy blows from weapons, and marks accumulated over time.
Most importantly, strands of DAO fragments were spreading out, describing its long history. It had witnessed the interpretation of Heaven and earth, the destruction and rebirth of the heavenly realms.
Chu Feng didn’t care about these things. Instead, he was studying the words on it!
Gradually, he found a feeling. The Great Dao was simple. At that level, whatever they wrote could be passed down for tens of thousands of years.
Their words alone were already dao. They could blossom in different eras and civilizations and decipher the true meaning.
