An ancient stone monument stood on the mountain peak, its massive body thrusting straight into the clouds, connecting to the Pill River above. The people beneath the stone monument were as tiny as ants.
Chen Zhen, the Desolate Hall master, descended from the sky and came before them. His gaze first flicked to Mu Zi in surprise, then he smiled and said,
"It's about time. Go and prepare."
"Remember, don't force it. Martial arts like this depend on opportunity. They cannot be obtained by insistence," Chen Zhen said in a low voice.
Those words were mainly meant for Pang Tong and the other three. As for Lin Dong and Mu Zi, they had an extremely high chance of comprehending it successfully, so he did not need to worry much.
Lin Dong raised his head and looked up at the ancient stone monument, a burning light surging in his eyes.
He had been in Dao Sect for some time now, and like the others in Dao Sect, he had gained some understanding of the legends surrounding the Great Desolate Scripture.
For martial arts as powerful as this, Lin Dong naturally longed for it.
Although he could not rely on it to surpass Mu Zi, raising his own strength was still extremely good.
In the blink of an eye, their figures had already appeared before the Great Desolate Monument. They sat cross-legged on the blue rock at the cliff's edge, waiting for the stone monument to open.
Mu Zi sat before the stone monument, looking at the several figures on the blue rock as she fell into thought.
She had come this time to comprehend the Great Desolate Scripture, but she had not taken anyone's quota. In truth, there was no limit on the number of people who could comprehend the Great