Lin Ming slowly raised his head, his grave gaze turning toward the ancient stone tablet that towered a hundred zhang high at the center of the altar.
The entire stone tablet was a pale yellow that seemed to have endured endless years, as though it had been carved whole from some strange jade. Its surface was not smooth, but covered in naturally formed patterns like marks left by flowing water, as well as the mottled traces of time.
And upon this ancient, simple tablet were engraved many strange runes.
These runes were no ordinary writing, but ancient markings that contained a special Dao rhythm and energy. Every rune seemed as though it possessed life, flickering with a strange glow beneath the faint energy flowing within the stone tablet.
The glow rose and fell as though breathing, its color between pale yellow and dark gold, adding a few more traces of mystery and profundity to the ancient stone tablet.
In the more conspicuous middle section of the stone tablet, there was shockingly engraved the image of an enormous finger, its lines clear and distinct!
That finger was not a complete palm, but only a single finger, its fingertip pointed downward and slightly bent, as though it were pressing down from the nine heavens, carrying a supreme majesty that judged life and death and suppressed all things.
Even though it was merely a static engraving, after staring at it for long enough, one could seemingly feel an incomparably sharp, bone-chilling finger intent spreading from it, piercing straight into the depths of the observer's soul.
The space around the finger showed faint signs of distortion and collapse, making its terrifying power even more apparent.
Slightly below the finger image was a huge palm print half a zhang deep, its edges sharply defined!
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