The ancient inscriptions were mottled and vicissitudinous, with every gouging crack testifying to its passage through time.
Even with just a corner left, Zhou Dao was still greatly moved.
That feeling was like a long-lost reunion, as time changed and it still remained, never being completely erased.
"Sunset, huh!?"
Zhou Dao looked at the only remaining word "日" on the ancient stele and murmured softly with his eyes slightly condensed.
Sunset Sect may have once left unimaginable footprints in this world, but as time went by, these footprints have long been erased by people.
However, there were still scattered clues left, proving that it had once existed.
Zhou Dao stood up, walked to the ancient stele, and raised his hand to touch the "日" character.
Rumble...
Right at the moment of touching the ancient stele, Zhou Dao's body trembled slightly, as if being electrocuted, and a current came from the inscription.