Clang!
As the elders of the Rakshasa branch wrestled with their thoughts, Xu Kun had already summoned the Qie Man Sword. An Asura Domain wreathed in blood-red epiphyllum flowers formed around him.
He held the sword like a brush and brought its tip down on the smallest stone stele, splashing blood-red blossoms across its surface.
Under the expectant gazes of Blood Bodhi and the others, Xu Kun's movements were slow, but the dao patterns he comprehended were steadily absorbed by the stele.
When Xu Kun completed his final stroke, the stele seemed to come alive. A single character had been inscribed upon its surface, which ordinary people could never damage.
An ancient Asura character... "Kill"!
With just one glance, they felt overwhelming Killing Intent rushing at them.
Some of the elders immediately gained a little insight, but when they wanted to look longer, Blood Bodhi stopped them.
"This is for the younger generation. If we visualize it, there will be no stele left for those who come after us!"
Hearing this, the Asura elders, whose hearts itched with curiosity, immediately restrained themselves.
If only lower-realm clansmen visualized this stele, even a thousand or ten thousand of them would not exhaust the stele's ability to autonomously absorb the power of heaven and earth.
But they were different. Even the weakest among them had already transcended Blue Star.
It was estimated that after only a few of them visualized it, the mottled World Power within the stele would be depleted!
"Kun God, we will never forget this great kindness!" Blood Bodhi said excitedly, leading the elders in gratitude.
Xu Kun waved his hand. "It is not worthy of being called kindness. Let us continue."
Huh?
Blood Bodhi froze. "Kun God, you can still..."
Xu Kun smiled faintly. "Carving that stele just now