With a shift of the scene, when he came back to himself, he was already somewhere else.
Li Su immediately began surveying his surroundings. The information he had received contained nothing about the Demon-Subduing Hall; he only knew this was a place the Heavenly Court used to temper its heavenly soldiers and generals.
Bai Su was nowhere to be seen, nor could he sense her aura. They were probably not in the same place.
Before him stood a mountain, beside which rested a stone stele.
Several lines of writing were carved upon it with strokes like iron horses and golden spears, the calligraphy dancing like dragons and phoenixes, its lines wrought in iron and silver hooks. A bold, tyrannical aura overflowed between the strokes, displaying the extraordinary nature of its writer.
After staring at the words on the stele for a long while, Li Su could not help drawing a breath. He was utterly shaken by the calligraphy.
Because he could not understand a single character.
No, big brother, what country's writing is this?
As a Heavenly Court cultivator, if nothing else, couldn't you have written it with Dao resonance? Though everyone's understanding differed, words written through Dao resonance would at least retain lingering echoes. By sensing them with one's own cultivation, one could more or less grasp their meaning, couldn't one?
Before entering the Heavenly Court's training ground, Li Su had made quite a few preparations and imagined quite a few things.
Yet the stone stele at the entrance to the very first trial had blocked him cold.
A stone stele, a mountain?
What was that supposed to mean?
Was it telling him to smash it?
Li Su scratched his head, looked at the not particularly tall mountain before him, and took a deep breath. Since he could not