The wreckage was not massive, merely a surviving corner of some Ancient Times structure. Subjected to stellar winds and Void Turbulence day and night over the years, all its edges had been worn entirely smooth and soft. A thick layer of grayish-white stardust coated the surface, completely burying the original stone's true color so that it was impossible to identify. Lin Feng descended slowly, his toes stepping onto the rough stone surface as he paced a slow circle around the outer perimeter of the wreckage.
Soon, he discovered a stone slab embedded in the side of the base. Its format shared the same lineage as the signposts seen at the Heavenly Machine Pavilion Ruins, though the patterns carved upon the slab suffered from far more severe erosion. A vast number of lines had been worn faint by the passage of time, lingering on the stone face in broken, intermittent fragments like the shallow water marks barely surviving upon a riverbed after a great river had dried up.
Lin Feng squatted down, raising a hand to brush away the accumulated stardust. He carefully compared the trajectory of the patterns, confirming that the engravings on the slab happened to match a hidden mark on the Xuanwei Short Staff section by section. He did not use his power to forcibly pry the slab free, instead taking out rubbing paper and a rubbing brush to attentively record all the remaining patterns in their entirety. After rolling them up properly and storing them away, he stood up and cast his gaze around.
The surroundings were empty and desolate, with only a scattering of floating debris. He could faintly perceive that this patch of airspace seemed to have been cleared artificially in the past, leaving solely this single piece of wreckage behind as a roadmap marker.