章 275: Chapter 27: The Feeling of Being a Father

Zhao Huai looked at the stele, and despite his exceptional spiritual power, he couldn't bear it.

These symbols really couldn't be looked at for too long.

The more he looked, the dizzier he got.

Yu Qinghan was also carefully observing. After looking for a while, she also shifted her gaze, slowly saying,

"The text on this stele is not engraved by ordinary people. It is written by a highly skilled cultivator and contains profound Daoist implications."

Hearing this, Zhao Huai couldn't help but recall a scene from the illusion before.

Were those apparitions in the sky, immortals?

The aloof look in their eyes, indifferent to all beings, etched in his memory. It felt like all life was insignificant in their eyes.

But why did they leave this stele behind?

The stele looked as if it was exiled. What does it represent, and why was it discarded?

For a moment, Zhao Huai was also at a loss.

"Bang!"

Zhao Huai slapped the stele, trying to find out how solid it was.