As for Zhao Cheng, by this time he had crossed more than half the planet and arrived at the core of the Ancestral Star—or rather, the core of the entire Human Path Federation.
Here stood a colossal altar, surrounded by nine great cauldrons with wisps of smoke curling into the air. At the altar's center stood an ancient, unadorned Heaven Stele. The space within the stele seemed boundless, and upon it were inscribed name after name.
According to modern historical records, the origins of the Six Paths Heroic Spirit Stele could not be traced. All that was known was that those who had made immense contributions to humanity, upon death, would be ushered into the stele, where the spirit of their true self would be nourished by humanity's radiance and endure without perishing.
Some said that this Heaven Stele was a miracle born from civilization's gift after human civilization had developed to a certain extent. Others said it was a wondrous object created by the collision of two universes.
But one thing was beyond doubt: this stele was hope. Though no one now possessed the great divine power to send these true spirits into reincarnation and let them live another life, as cultivation advanced in the future, it might not remain impossible.
At the same time, because of the heroic spirits within the stele, the Heaven Stele was enshrined and offered sacrifices year after year.
This was the treatment heroes deserved!
Research into the Six Paths Heroic Spirit Stele had never ceased over the years. Yet Zhao Cheng had deliberately placed a lock upon it, so that even after several centuries of study, the powerhouses of this world had gained nothing.
It was not that Zhao Cheng was stingy. The more he changed, the greater the cost. There was not