Not far ahead, within the towering azure blue pillar of light rising from the enormous fissure, an incomparably massive stone stele stood silently.
The stele was thousands of zhang tall, standing between heaven and earth like a mountain. Its entire body was azure blue, forged from some unknown material, its surface flowing with a warm, lustrous sheen.
The body of the stele was covered in densely packed, mysterious runes. Like tadpoles, they slowly swam across its surface, radiating an ageless, indestructible aura of majesty. Between the runes came the faint sound of surging water, as though the entire stele were a miniature ocean.
At the center of the stele were four ancient, imposing characters—
Sea Suppressing Divine Stele!
These four words seemed to contain some sacred power. One glance was enough to make one's soul tremble, as if the weight of the entire sea were pressing upon one's heart, making one unable to resist the urge to worship.
The stone stele merely stood there in silence, yet it emitted an indescribable sense of oppression. It was a pressure that came from the depths of the soul, as though one faced not a stone stele, but a supreme sovereign.
"Damn, this is the Sea Suppressing Divine Stele?"
Shi Jingtian craned his head back until his neck nearly snapped, his eyes wide and round. The stele before him towered into the clouds, deep blue from top to bottom, like an inverted Pillar of Heaven thrust straight into the vault of the sky. Its peak could not be seen at all. A rough estimate put it at least a thousand zhang tall. Runes flowed across its surface like blue flood dragons coiling and roaming, and the pressure it emitted made one's heart quail.
"It's this huge—how are we supposed to carry it back?"