The origin of the Heavenly Book Stele here in Mount Kunlun is a subject of much debate.
Some say it was left by the ancient immortals of Mount Kunlun dating back to the Primordial Antiquity, inscribed not only with the inheritance arts of Mount Kunlun, but also possessing the ability to give warnings of heavenly secrets.
Mount Kunlun rose to prominence precisely because of this stele, yet others claim the stele did not originate from Mount Kunlun at all.
Instead, six thousand years ago, during the Spiritual Energy Revival, a dragon horse emerged from a great river in an ancient dynasty, bearing a stele on its back.
After many twists and turns, the stele was eventually brought to Mount Kunlun.
It bore no records of any cultivation techniques, only a topographical map of this realm.
As for what the true Heavenly Book Stele actually looked like, only the successive masters of Mount Kunlun had ever seen it.
You stood at the entrance of this dilapidated Daoist temple, in no hurry to step inside.
Instead, you recalled what Patriarch Dixiang had once said.
He had been fortunate enough to see the Heavenly Book Stele back then, and only afterward had he chosen to fake his death and journey into the Nether Dao.
What on earth had Patriarch Dixiang seen on the Heavenly Book Stele all those years ago?
Zhuang Xiuyin also stopped at the entrance, going no further inside.
She turned slightly, gazing toward the dilapidated doorway: "Dao Venerable, please enter."
"Only when the stele grants permission can one enter this place."
You raised a brow slightly: "The stele grants permission?"
Zhuang Xiuyin nodded: "Yes. For the Dao Venerable to enter this place, apart from Master's intent, more importantly—"
"The stele wills it."
Your gaze shifted slightly, finding this rather interesting.