"Do you recognize that thing called something-or-other Revenge Merit Stele?" Wang Qi pointed at the thing floating above everyone's heads and asked.
That thing was not actually called a "Merit Stele." It was merely that, in the human language he had spoken to, there was no suitable term to sum up the stele's true nature.
Because the inscription mainly said that someone-or-other had slain a great enemy here and erected this stele in remembrance.
Merit steles usually referred to steles recording merits and virtues, or praising political achievements.
But in human culture, revenge was generally not commemorated so directly with a stele.
And if it was called a memorial, an individual's revenge usually did not merit the erection of a "memorial."
As for a scenic landmark stele, that was even more impossible—after all, even if one had the mind to turn an enemy's corpse into a scenic attraction, not necessarily would anyone be willing to cross the Immortal Path and travel millions upon millions of light-years just to visit the thing.
So he had merely grabbed a corresponding term offhand.
Yet in the language system used by this stele, terms like "Revenge Merit Stele" and "Revenge Memorial Stele" did exist. Human culture simply had no such thing.
Yes, Wang Qi actually recognized this script.
Originally, on the other hemisphere, after he told the Child of Mist that Qingchao Zong was close to death, the Child of Mist withdrew its surveillance over him. After informing the Pula who had been learning from him, Wang Qi shouted into the air, "Hey, how are things? Need help?" Then, taking it for granted that the Child of Mist had heard him and silently agreed, he unfurled his escape light and followed after them.
But he was not a Heavenly Jealousy Race like the Child