Following Xiao Han, Lin Dong climbed over a towering mountain peak. At once, a vast ancient plaza came into Lin Dong's view.
The plaza was truly enormous, covering hundreds of thousands of square meters. Paved with bluestone, it was suffused with an ancient, weathered aura.
At this moment, many figures had already gathered in the plaza. Almost all of them were assembled at its center. There stood a raised stone platform, upon which quietly stood an ancient, unmarked stone tablet. A weathered and archaic aura slowly emanated from the tablet, rising straight into the clouds.
Pointing at the stone tablet, Lin Dong asked, "Master, is that the place you mentioned that can make our Lin Family as rich as a nation?"
Xiao Han nodded. "Yes."
Lin Dong said in astonishment, "Master, that... is just a stone tablet. Does it have some special origin?"
Xiao Han smiled and praised him. "Of course. It has a fairly impressive name."
Lin Dong pressed, "What name?"
Xiao Han replied, "The Creation Martial Tablet!"
"Creation Martial Tablet?"
Lin Dong's expression darkened as he pondered it. "Master, could it... have something to do with martial arts?"
"Mm!"
Xiao Han looked at Lin Dong approvingly. "Your guess is correct. It does indeed have an immense connection to martial arts."
As he followed Xiao Han, Lin Dong eagerly asked, "Master, could you explain it to me properly?"
"Of course."
Xiao Han strode forward, gazing at the ancient tablet ahead. "The Creation Martial Tablet is the most wondrous object within the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet. In truth, many experts and factions came here specifically for it."
"The Creation Martial Tablet was where the Ancient Sect bestowed martial arts upon its disciples. So long as someone meditated before it, they might obtain a martial art. The grades of the martial