A divine moon hung high in the sky, bright and luminous, as moonlight cascaded down like water, enveloping this mountain land in a sheer veil, serene and hazy.
On the stone wall, there weren't many weapon engravings, and the carvings were crude, but now they looked completely different. Moonlight fell upon it, and there was a sense of peace as the Soldier Seals glowed and flowed.
"It's different now, turning decay into marvels..." Ye Fan exclaimed in astonishment, his eyes fixed intently.
The crude marks transformed into rich Dao rhythms; each trace seemed like a True Dragon, a Kunpeng, a qilin, or a Divine Phoenix, all ineffably profound.
As the moon reached its zenith, divine radiance poured down like water, and all the markings on the stone wall came to life, moving entirely unlike what had been seen before.
An ancient aura brushed against him. It was full of antiquity and majesty, belonging to the flickering Taoist markings, and a transcendental divine sound reached him.
