The evening sky deepened into a profound darkness.
A cold wind blew, causing Zhong Shenxiu to shiver abruptly.
He looked around, somewhat bewildered, before realizing that he had been so engrossed in thought that he had unwittingly stood until the night had fallen.
"Forget it... This stone formation merely proves... 'His' presence, nothing more."
"With my current state, rashly studying this is akin to courting death."
"However, it seems that Shang Jun being enlightened by Niu Shenjun, his rampant victories over other nations, as well as the Wu Dynasty Grand Ancestor's dream of the divine figure who established the source of Martial Arts, might not be false after all..."
"With this said, the world's peculiar Martial Arts also have an explanation..."
Under the moonlight, Zhong Shenxiu took one last glance at Niu Shenjun Temple before his figure vanished in a flash.
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