A thousand years ago, some unknown expert had fought here, condensing his unwillingness and fury into his sword and leaving these crisscrossing, seemingly ruleless sword marks branded across the enormous stones.
They had remained silent for a thousand years, lying beneath the starry sky and ignoring the washing of wind, frost, rain, and snow.
If Wang Xian had not spent countless hours cultivating the art of talismans back then at Kunlun Mountains and in Sand City on the Heavenly Road,
he probably would have thought the same as Ji Yaoguang—that the sword marks on the enormous stones were merely an arrogant, unruly attitude that disregarded all things beneath heaven and earth.
Or rather, even if Wang Xian had taken one glance at the sword marks on the enormous stones, he would only have felt a vague illusion.
He would have mistakenly thought that, a thousand years ago, someone had fought here and left some irregular sword marks on these enormous stones.
That was until Ji Yaoguang inadvertently said those words, asking Wang Xian whether these enormous stones were really part of the legendary demonic formation—or perhaps a demonic beast formation.
In the time it took sparks to fly from flint, it flashed by in an instant.
A wisp of Sword Qi flashed before Wang Xian's eyes. It was as if he had suddenly sensed that, a thousand years ago, an indistinct man had swung his sword toward the starry sky, only to leave countless sword marks on the enormous stones beside the lake.
A thousand years of wind and frost had failed to smooth away those sword marks.
The sword marks released a lingering aura, as though conveying some ancient message to Wang Xian.
Or perhaps they were warning Wang Xian and Ji Yaoguang, who had crossed the Snow Lake,