Xie Xuanyi stood at the entrance of the Holy Hall, feeling the piercing gale blowing against him.
Take another step forward.
These gales would transform into sharp blades.
"Perhaps... that Tao Stele is not the end of the Secret Tomb."
Zhou Ceng looked at the stele and spoke softly, "When crossing with the Secret Hall earlier, I discovered this."
The white-clad martial artist extended his hand.
In his palm, a tiny bone armor lay.
Each of the four Secret Halls had a bone armor responsible for suppressing the Grand Array—
"Years ago, under the Bai Ze Great Saint's seat, there were four disciples, each said to have received a unique divine skill."
"If the four Secret Halls indeed correspond to the four disciples."
"Then the 'Dao Stele' worshiped at the end of this Holy Hall... might also be related to this thing."
Zhou Ceng looked at the Dao Stele at the end of the Holy Hall, with a hint of regret in his eyes.
The Tao Stele is a great fortune.
