"My name came from this..."
Touching the broken stele, Fang Qianyuan felt an inexplicable surge of emotion.
His origins, his family's vendetta, his fate, and his opportunities all seemed to converge and blend together in this broken stele.
This was a bond he had been born with, and a chain of cause and effect he had been born into.
After standing silently for a long time, Fang Qianyuan suddenly felt a stirring in his heart. He summoned the Brush Immortal and began sketching the scenery he had seen along the way, along with this main chamber.
What he painted, however, was not the ruined remains left after the destruction, but their original appearance.
A short while later, a wholly restored Great Qianyuan Stele appeared beneath his brush.
In the painting, the enormous stone stele stood flush against a towering stone platform, as though the whole structure had been carved from a single massive block of stone. Its terraces and stairways formed distinct tiers, and nine enormous flying dragons coiled and intertwined, stretching their heads upward along the steps before finally raising them high to gaze together at the stone sphere at the top.
The sphere bore a restriction that repelled the formation on the platform. A mysterious spiritual force held it suspended in the air, where it shone like the sun, radiating boundless light.
His father, Fang Hai, had described this scene to him. Back then, Fang Hai had climbed onto the platform and touched the stone sphere, whereupon it had abruptly split open, revealing the treasure inside.
Once he finished painting, Fang Qianyuan put away the scroll, gave the broken stele one last, lingering look, and headed outside without hesitation.
By the time he emerged into daylight again, it was already noon. Fang Qianyuan had come here to fill