Those who entered the Divine Firmament land and saw this Dao Script each felt differently.
At this very moment, faced with this inscription upon stone.
It was as though that legendary feathered one from ancient days was waving to later generations across the long years, welcoming guests with this hidden treasury.
This Giant Stone bore no dazzling radiance, nor did it emit any fluctuations of power, yet it possessed an innate weight of history.
Especially these few characters left upon the stone. One could not speak of whether the handwriting was good or bad, nor could one judge it from the structure of the characters. On closer inspection, they did not even seem to have been carved by anyone, but rather naturally polished by the long passage of time and wind and frost. Every stroke seemed to be a trace left by time itself. From the pattern alone, no matter how one looked at it, one could not determine whether it had formed naturally.
Had what was engraved here been feathered-script, some other Demon Race script, or even the scripts of the Human Race's various states, it would have been enough to reveal traces of chisel-work. For the birth of all such writing had been touched by intelligent life.
Yet this was Dao Script, born from the Dao itself and understood at a glance, with the possibility of forming naturally.
Of course, what it expressed must surely have come from that legend of countless ages ago.
That only made those who came after all the more awed!
What was a Heavenly Demon?
Heaven's will was my will—much like how the Human Race called the absolute pinnacle "Dao Derivation."
These few characters, seemingly formed by nature itself, embodied a power beyond imagination.
Bear Three Thoughts silently swallowed the words he had