Gu Qingshan had just closed his eyes when a dream suddenly rose in his heart.
He saw Xie Guhong standing beneath countless towering mountains. At the foot of the mountains stretched a stone staircase that reached the heavens, and beside it stood a black stone stele with nothing written on it.
"Do you know that you're dreaming?" Xie Guhong turned and asked him.
"Yes, but I can wake up at any time," Gu Qingshan replied.
Strangely enough, dreams were considered a kind of spell in the Cultivation World. It was just that very few people could master them, and those who could truly excel at them were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
When they had retrieved the Heaven Sword, Xie Guhong had hidden the clues in Xie Daoling's dream.
Gu Qingshan hadn't expected that now, when Xie Guhong wanted to tell him a secret he had kept buried deep, he would pull him into another dream.
"Come with me," Xie Guhong said.
He headed toward the stone stairs.
Gu Qingshan followed a few steps behind, glancing casually at the black stone stele.
—The stele was impossible to miss. It stood beside the path, constantly radiating waves of energy.
Xie Guhong noticed him looking at it and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Master Ancestor, why are there no words on this stele?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"If there were words, you could read them. Since there aren't, there's nothing to see. Hurry up," Xie Guhong said.
"All right," Gu Qingshan replied helplessly.
The two passed the stele and had just started up the mountain path when Xie Guhong spoke. "I brought you here to tell you a secret about Chaos."
"Please tell me, Master Ancestor," Gu Qingshan said.
"At the height of the Primordial Era, I once gathered