Following Yun Luo's pointing finger, Luo Zheng and Ai Anxin saw a dense mass of writing.
Some of the characters were large and some small. The largest were taller than a person, while the smallest were no bigger than a palm...
"I burned through my entire lifespan and abandoned a bright future, yet ultimately gained nothing. I hereby warn the world: this is nothing more than a deception laid out by Sword Celestial Venerable!"
"Liar! Sword Celestial Venerable was a colossal liar. What a pity that I wasted ten thousand years of my life, only to fall into the realm of the Five Signs of Decay of Devas! If I can reincarnate one day and am fortunate enough to return here, I will smash his stone to pieces..."
"Alas, you latercomers, stop dreaming. You'd be better off cultivating your own martial paths in peace. Wanting to comprehend Sword Celestial Venerable's sword intent from these characters is nothing but a fool's dream! Life is short. Wasting your time here is truly pitiful and lamentable."
Between the densely packed lines of writing, pessimism was revealed everywhere. Some even urged those who came later to give up this futile study.
Seeing those words, Luo Zheng shook his head slightly. He could understand how these people felt. After throwing so many years of their lives away here only to gain nothing in the end, it was inevitable that resentment would arise when their lifespans were nearing their ends. If Luo Zheng himself had been in their place, he probably would have found it hard to accept as well.
"Why is no one studying it now?" Luo Zheng asked curiously.
From the pockmarked hollows on the ground, left behind by those who had once sat in meditation, Luo Zheng could imagine that many martial artists