After leaving Sea God Island, Ling Yun did not pause for even a moment. Using the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's high-speed soul-tool communication array, he relayed the key information from Sea God's Oracle to Ning Fengzhi and Tang Chen, then immediately set out for the mist-shrouded Clear Sky Sect on the northeastern border of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Several days later, Ling Yun appeared outside the Clear Sky Sect's incomparably precipitous mountain gate. Upon learning of his arrival, Tang Chen personally led the sect's core elders out to receive him, his attitude even more respectful than before. The news from Sea God Island had made this Clear Sky Douluo deeply realize that the level this young man before him had reached far exceeded the scope of conflicts on the continent.
Without exchanging too many pleasantries, Tang Chen directly led Ling Yun to the Clear Sky Sect's most sacred forbidden ground—the Ancestral Hall.
The Ancestral Hall stood atop the main peak, ancient and weathered, permeated by the weight of history. At the center of the hall stood no divine statue, but a gigantic stele, entirely black and roughly thirty feet tall, neither metal nor stone. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, yet a dark golden radiance faintly flowed across it, exuding an unmatchedly tyrannical will capable of suppressing the heavens. This was the Clear Sky Sect's treasure—the Haotian Stele, said to have been left behind by an ancestor from the God Realm!
"Elder Ling Yun, this is the Haotian Stele." Tang Chen's expression was solemn. "Throughout the generations, only those who have reached the realm of Peak Douluo and gained the Haotian Stele's recognition in temperament may attempt to comprehend the runes upon it. Yet, among ten thousand, scarcely one gains anything. The inscription is profoundly mysterious. After