Next, Su Yi arrived before the second Desolate Dao Stele and pointed out the errors upon it.
In his mind, Su Yi could not help recalling scenes from the past.
Back then, he had once feasted and drunk with Black Dragon Dao Lord and a host of friends atop a mountain peak, cups clinking in merry abandon.
They had also stood before these Nine Desolate Steles, arguing until their faces flushed over comprehending the primordial Dao patterns, nearly coming to blows several times.
Even Yu Xuanji, then hailed as "the foremost master of talisman arrays in the Immortal Realm," had cursed Wang Ye before everyone, calling him a mere sword-wielding brute who knew nothing of the mysteries of Dao patterns.
Yet in the end...
Wang Ye had edged ahead, becoming the first to uncover the secret of the Nine Desolate Steles.
Su Yi still remembered how Yu Xuanji had stroked his beard and sat rigidly like a clay statue, his old face turning green, then white, then purple, then red—a truly splendid sight.
Meanwhile, Wang Ye had thrown back his head and laughed heartily, shouting in delight.
In truth, Wang Ye's discovery of the Nine Desolate Steles' secret had also been inspired by Yu Xuanji.
Wang Ye had frankly admitted as much at the time.
Yu Xuanji had responded by thumping Wang Ye twice on the shoulder and laughingly cursing, "Your skills are inferior to mine, and you still want to act modest before me?"
Now, recalling those scenes from long ago, Su Yi could not help but sigh with emotion.
He had to admit that although Wang Ye had been regarded in the Immortal Realm as a tyrant with both hands stained in blood, he had also possessed a group of like-minded friends who would live and die alongside