He Ao raised his head and looked at the Stone Tablet as Purple Radiance spread through his pupils.
Countless slender threads densely connected the world, stretching across the sky.
They were threads of fate.
Yet strangely, there were no threads of fate connected to this ancient-looking Stone Tablet.
It seemed to be an object completely isolated from the world, unconnected to anything.
But clearly, the "prophecy" written upon it carried enormous ties to fate.
In fact, not only did the Stone Tablet have no threads of fate, it gave off no trace of mystical power.
Although gray mist had constantly shrouded the Stone Tablet, in the vision of divine consciousness, it was merely an ordinary stone tablet, while the gray mist was entirely absent.
Had someone stripped away its ties to fate?
He Ao stared at the Stone Tablet before him.
Perhaps not only its ties to fate had been stripped away, but also its mystical connections, leaving no one able to trace the Stone Tablet's origin.
Yet the Stone Tablet carried violent contamination that only angels could endure.
This meant it had to come from a High-Level Existence, and an exceptionally powerful one at that—at least Above Angel.
This was the first time He Ao had seen something so "clean," so clean that it seemed not to belong to this world at all.
But that cleanliness itself implied something.
In that instant, He Ao had already figured out who the Stone Tablet might have come from.
The god who manipulated Historical Worlds, fished for the Main World through historical connections, and disguised itself as Truth in the setting of the Historical Contract.
A god skilled in concealment and disguise was the most likely to accomplish such things. This might even have been its authority.
Moreover, the gray mist seemed