The Recognition Monument was only about a hundred feet tall but it exuded a mysterious aura. The few names on it were left eons ago but remained visible. One could even sense the different experts' auras from the strokes that made up their respective names.
"If one leaves their name on a Recognition Monument like this one, it should be very helpful in leaving a name on the World Monolith eventually," thought Yi Yun.
But even leaving his name on the monument in front of him was absolutely not a simple task. There were fewer than ten names sparsely carved on the monument and they were the culmination of tens of thousands of years of effort.
It only made the Divine Perish Hall appear even more extraordinary.
At that moment, a stream of light rapidly approached.
"Di Rong!"
"Disciple of White Lunar Divine Empire's Second Imperial Preceptor!"
