It seemed the secret behind this "immortality" was far less simple than it appeared on the surface.
Zhu Ganglie and Old Ape definitely knew something, but unfortunately, both had fallen into slumber.
Zhu Ganglie had been beaten into it, while Old Ape seemed to have recalled something and fallen asleep as well, perhaps triggered by an awakening.
Qin He struck out several formation patterns, merging the stone fragments into one as he prepared to draw it before him.
But the stele suddenly burst apart again, scattering back into a pile of rubble.
Qin He froze, somewhat puzzled.
These formation patterns could bind not only stones, but even a heap of dust into a whole, impervious to blades and axes.
"Dao arts rejection?" Surprise appeared on Wang Tie Zhu's face as well.
Dao arts rejection had another name: untouched by water and fire, invulnerable to all methods.
With that thought, Wang Tie Zhu directly sent a wisp of Samadhi True Fire onto the fragments.
Sure enough, no matter how the Samadhi True Fire refined them, those inconspicuous, blackened stone fragments did not melt. Even when touched, they were merely lukewarm and cool, not even hot.
"Master, what do we do?" Wang Tie Zhu looked at Qin He.
"Find something to bind it with," Qin He said.
Wang Tie Zhu nodded, then ordered someone to bring over a set of Purple Gold Iron Chains. They pieced the stele back together and trussed it up tightly with the chains.
This time, it could finally stand upright.
It simply looked utterly mismatched and bloated.
Qin He drew it before him. The various eye techniques in his gaze cycled continuously as he inspected it carefully.
Yet without close inspection, the stele seemed like ordinary stone. Even upon careful examination, he could only tell that it