"Immortal!"
The word echoed through the void like rolling thunder, making everyone's blood roil and even causing their thoughts to freeze for an instant.
The Eternal Stele!
This was Ning Jiang's possession. To this day, not even Ning Jiang himself knew its true origins, but one thing was certain: it possessed world-shaking power.
An impossibly brilliant light burst forth from the stele. Countless runes surged out, ultimately coalescing into an arm of white jade.
The arm was wreathed in a vast radiance, as flawless and pure as jade. Mysterious, esoteric patterns covered its surface. It was like the Hand of the Heavens, exuding an immortal and indestructible aura.
Heaven and Earth may decay, but I am immortal! All things may perish, but I am eternal!
This was a hand of immortality. Even if all creation was destroyed and Heaven and Earth perished, it would remain, eternally indestructible.
