Fang Chen tried to stir the sense of direction deep in his soul, the one White Fox had passed on by burning her life away.
That bearing pointed toward the Eternal Star Marker on the Heaven-Reaching Ancient Road. It did not share an origin with the Heavenly Ruins, but its keen sense of order and direction might still help.
Sure enough, when he quieted his mind and reached out with his senses, he caught the faintest hint of a rhythm amid the chaotic noise.
The rhythm came and went from somewhere ahead and to the left. It bore some resemblance to the Heavenly Court Law imprint that, according to the Jade Slip, might remain on the Dragon-Suppressing Stone.
"This way!"
Fang Chen's spirits lifted. He adjusted course and followed that faint sensation.
After roughly one incense stick's time, the mist ahead seemed to thin a little, revealing the vague outline of an enormous shadow.
"Are we there?" the myna bird asked from Fang Chen's shoulder.
We should be close, Fang Chen replied inwardly.
As they drew nearer, the shadow took shape.
It was no rock, but a cylindrical object so immense it defied imagination.
Dark Gold from end to end, it had snapped apart. Its surface was covered in mysterious, intricate patterns, most of them now dim and damaged.
The cylinder slanted into the deeper Void. Its jagged break exposed a complex inner structure, likewise covered in Runes.
Even from afar, Fang Chen could feel the vast power and majesty it had once held. Now only ruin and deathly silence remained.
This is the Dragon-Suppressing Stone? The remains of an Ancient Heavenly Court Watchtower at the Southern Heavenly Gate?
Fang Chen was shaken. Even as a ruin, it dwarfed an ordinary star. He could scarcely imagine the splendor of the