Wang Xuan had originally been quite calm, strolling through the Forest of Steles of Predecessors. But now he felt somewhat vexed. His adrenaline surged, and a powerful emotion spread from the depths of his heart.
Not only had he seen his elder brother's statue here, he had also heard scattered news about his descendant. He had smuggled himself back into the Supernatural Center, only to be maliciously targeted!
"I have a biological nephew who came here many years ago." Turbulent waves rose within Wang Xuan's heart. His brother's child had once been bullied here.
He felt uneasy, because he did not know whether that nephew had safely left this place back then. He wanted to uncover the truth of what had happened.
The stone forest covered a vast area, suffused with gentle Dao charm that rippled like a Spirit Lake, washing over the place. Bathing in it felt exceptionally pleasant.
The conversation between those two temporarily stopped. One was a man in modern attire, with short black hair and a cold, stern face. Holding a standard-issue war blade, he repeatedly slashed at vital spots on Wang Yusheng's statue—the face, the neck, and more. Yet every strike was blocked by the Dao charm, and he had yet to break through it.
Wang Xuan stood at a distance and watched for a while. He then observed the Supernatural Practitioners elsewhere in the stone forest and listened to their exchanges, gradually gaining some understanding of this place.
These steles, statues, and the like all had extraordinary origins. They recorded—and partially recreated—certain "rule-breakers" from ancient times.
No being short of a Supreme Being could possess such methods. It should have been arranged by True Saints. Through the Dao charm within this stone forest, people could bear witness to some exceptionally powerful figures from history,