The final stone carving recorded the origins of the Great Zhou Royal Family.
At the foot of Cang Mountain, an ancestor of this lineage once encountered a Wandering Taoist...
"A Taoist!?" Zhou Dao's brow furrowed, showing a grave expression.
He seemed to see a shadow wandering through the vast long River of Time, like a ghost without a true form, yet omnipresent.
"Brother Tao, what kind of Longevity Technique did that Taoist pass down?" Wang Xiaoyi asked incredulously.
On the stone carving, the Taoist ascended the mountain to impart his teachings, the wind and clouds changed colors, magical tribulations from all sides assaulted, the Great Sun lost its light, and the Mountains and Rivers were thrown into chaos.
"Pure Yang proved longevity!?"
Zhou Dao looked at the records on the stone carving with amazement.