The broken stele bore the weight of ages.
A monkey paw brushed across the head of Baxia, the stone divine beast carrying the stele.
Through endless years, it had trudged forward step by difficult step. Who could have imagined that one misstep would leave it nailed here, stripped of its spirit and turned into true stone? What a pity. After striving for countless years, all its efforts had gone to waste in the end.
With two whooshes, he scrambled onto the top of the stele, crouched down, shaded his eyes with a paw, and gazed into the distance.
"Squeak~ There's a tall mountain in the direction its tail points. It might be Old Barren Mountain. Let's go take a look."
"Possible. Let's go."
As soon as the words fell, the two demon immortals bounded away at a run, both racing swiftly on all fours. They could hardly make two demon beasts run upright; everyone had their own preferences and habits. One was a monkey, one a pangolin—neither was human.
A moment later, the two beasts reached the mountaintop.
Ironball resembled a feng shui master, holding a compass and muttering to himself.
Grave-seeking was Ironball's trade.
The monkey only needed to use the Ruyi Jingu Bang to smash old corpses to death and wipe out vicious ghosts.
The red sun in the sky gradually slanted westward and slowly sank behind the mountains. Peaks rose and fell beneath the vast crimson sunset, while a monkey with a curled tail squatted atop the mountain watching the sun go down—a true stone monkey gazing out to sea...
In the middle of the night, Ironball emerged from the ground, his face covered in dirt.
"This makes no sense..."
"Squeak?"
"I dug very, very deep, but there wasn't any burial site at all. The geology isn't