While Ying Huanhuan and the others were looking around curiously, Mu Zi swept her gaze over the surroundings. As far as the eye could see, the plaza was empty, seeming rather deserted.
"A bit too open."
Mu Zi fell into thought. As the initial place for logging into Martial World, this place was still missing something.
After pondering for a moment, Mu Zi had an idea. With a thought, light burst forth above the plaza, and then a towering plaque slowly emerged.
Buzz!
Golden light spilled out in all directions, then faded away, its divine radiance drawing inward, carrying an extraordinary aura.
With a thought, Mu Zi's figure rose from the ground. In the blink of an eye, she was standing high in the sky, arriving before the plaque.
Swish!
Her slender fingers lifted, and an invisible ripple seemed to condense into an illusory brush, held in her jade-white hand.
Mu Zi's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and an aloof bearing naturally flowed from her. The martial arts she had read over the years flowed through her heart one after another, countless as the stars, then transformed into pure martial true intent, gathering bit by bit until it became a vast ocean.
Buzz, buzz!
Mu Zi raised the brush. Divine light restrained itself within it, and it fell upon the plaque, boundless true intent merging into it along the brush tip.
The brush in her hand moved naturally, neither hurried nor slow. Mu Zi showed not the slightest trace of imposing aura. Like a mortal splashing ink, there was a feeling of returning to simplicity and truth.
Buzz!
Mu Zi's movements flowed in one breath, leaving behind a radiant character upon the plaque.
Martial
Its strokes were like iron lines and silver hooks, vigorous as a swimming dragon, grand and majestic,