The journey went smoothly, and they encountered no danger.
Led by the Braided Girl, Jiang Qiao finally reached the core of this eerie forest.
An open space appeared ahead.
A stele about three meters tall stood silently in the open space.
As soon as he reached this place, Jiang Qiao sensed the terrifying, flickering aura radiating from the stele. It was so vast that it was difficult to imagine—more boundless than the sea and broader than the sky.
It was as if he were facing the greatest river of stars, the most ancient primordial universe.
Even the Nether Sea.
Seemed feeble in comparison!
Jiang Qiao had only felt this way once before—when facing the River of History!
"Is this the Three Lives Stone?"
The ancient stele looked nothing special. It merely bore eight clearly carved characters: "Fate Gathers and Scatters, Dream Bubbles and Illusions."
Jiang Qiao walked up to the stele.
Suddenly.
Light and darkness alternated before his eyes as scene after scene flashed by.
The stele itself had not manifested anything.
Instead, scenes he had never seen before appeared in his mind, and he experienced one unfamiliar event after another as though he were there.
But the images were simply too fast.
Before Jiang Qiao could react, they had all ended.
The final scene.
Showed a young man standing with his hands behind his back.
Facing a stretch of darkness.
The scene ended there, and nothing followed.
"What the hell?"
Jiang Qiao frowned.
He had not understood anything.
After trying to leave the open space, he approached the Three Lives Stone again. But the images he had just seen did not reappear. Even the stele's vast aura had receded considerably, becoming ancient and restrained.
It had lost some of its ostentation.
And gained a touch of desolation.
Jiang Qiao