After observing the Dao within the hall for half a month, Zhang Yu received a transmitted thought from below while seated in meditation.
It came from the shadow-formed avatar he had dispatched, which had found another High One Slate some days ago.
The slate had been found within a basin surrounded by supernatural forces, with a great many structures from the previous epoch nearby. Many ruined buildings still floated suspended in midair even now; one could easily imagine their former splendor.
Its origins might have been even more ancient, for its architectural style was entirely unlike anything he had seen before.
His avatar had spent a long time deciphering the writing on the slate and had also found clues to the next slate.
Judging from this slate, if one altered oneself in accordance with the Supreme Covenant inscribed upon it, even without reaching the level of an ancient deity, one would not be far from it.
He could sense that if he continued searching, it might involve secrets of an even higher level.
But that might also stir up some trouble.
After considering it, he decided to stop for the time being. Once the matter of Upper Firmament Heaven had been fully resolved, he could continue if he had the leisure.
These slates were of little use to him now, but they could still be of some help to ordinary people, as they could reshape and transform a person from the very foundation.
Yet what truly brought about all this was the High One mentioned by those natives. Language and writing were merely means by which to communicate with the High One.
Cultivators first cultivated themselves. No matter what the road ahead might be, it had to begin with the self. With the self, only then were there Heaven and