On the stone slab, numerous indistinct dao patterns protruded out and reflected in Meng Qi’s eyes. They were ignited by the dao one glass lamp, dividing and reassembling, endlessly deducing all sorts of possibilities.
When the complexity in the depths of his eyes finally came to a stop, Meng Qi’s right palm completely pressed down, spreading out in a daze and completely enveloping the two stone slabs. At first, one could still see the flickering light in the darkness and the changing of the symbols. But after a few moments.., everything disappeared without a sound, as if it had merged into the chaos. Even the stone slabs themselves could not be found at all, revealing the majestic steps down.
At this moment, a ray of light with a grayish luster hacked out without any warning. It was heavy and sharp, giving one the feeling of a giant axe going against the heavens. It broke through the darkness and divided the chaos. It was as if the world had been reborn at this moment!
Clang!
