The Indestructible Millstone

"This thing is the Yanluo Hall's sacred relic!"

With a single sentence, the old Daoist revealed the millstone's origins.

The Heavenly Dao Sect and Yanluo Hall had been locked in conflict for thousands of years, and this thing had appeared several times.

But most appearances had been imitations. There had even been spiritual treasures crafted in this very style.

Or manifestations, or objects of worship.

The Heavenly Dao Sect seemed never to have laid eyes on the real thing. Still, the old Daoist guessed it was the same kind of thing as their Heaven River.

An unknowable existence outside the category of spiritual treasures—or something that far surpassed them.

Now the old Daoist had one more reason to be certain Hanyu had blown up the wrong thing. As a sacred relic, it had never been desecrated by the people of Yanluo Hall. How could they possibly use it as the formation core?

Hanyu was completely stunned. The altar had been destroyed, and the old Daoist was still saying he'd blown up the wrong thing?

Then what would count as right?

The old Daoist was just as baffled. Exactly!

He was sure the place Hanyu had blown up couldn't be the formation core, yet this really was where Yanluo Hall had activated it.

So where had the formation core gone?

The old Daoist and Hanyu stared at each other. They'd found the right place, but the wrong formation core.

At that moment, Hanyu truly wished the prodigy Quan Xiaotong were here. That inhuman brain of his might have figured it out.

The old Daoist suddenly remembered something and asked Hanyu what had happened at the time.

Hanyu gave him a detailed account of the events, describing how a group of early-stage cultivators had poured in Dragon Blood Stones.

The old Daoist