"Finish what you were saying." Wang Xuan flipped his hand and slapped down, making the stone slab tremble violently.
"We can never go back again." Another vague ripple emanated from the slab, as though someone were speaking across endless time and space from dozens or even hundreds of eras ago, utterly weary and powerless.
"Be more specific," Wang Xuan demanded.
Yet it fell silent.
He realized that the two vague spirit imprints had most likely been left behind many years ago and were impossible to trace. They even felt as if they belonged to the same person.
Beside him, the group wore blank expressions, deeply feeling just how overbearing Wang Qingzhou was.
One had to know that they truly held this stone slab in awe. Its origins had to be boundlessly extraordinary.
This was an object from the extremely dangerous giant pit on the Other Shore.
And according to legend, the Other Shore was a fragment that had fallen from the True Land. Did that mean the speaker came from that unfathomable True Origin Source? Yet the shadow had only sighed helplessly, saying it could never return.
There was no more sound from the stone slab, but after a brief silence, the shadow began drifting about irregularly again, as if following some special instinct.
Wang Xuan struck it with two more resounding palms, attacking forcefully and battering the slab until it buzzed and shook without end. It emitted an inexplicable light mist, making the surrounding area hazy and mysterious as well.
Wang Xuan followed with two kicks, shaking all the light mist apart and forcing it back into the stone slab.
"Did your Six-time Limit Breaking Ancestor uncover anything?" Wang Xuan turned to Ling Han, making her shudder at once. She increasingly felt that he resembled an unrivaled Great Demon—fierce,