"Eh! The surface of this Stele?" Before Han Li could figure out what was happening, the elder with the surname Fu suddenly pointed at the back of the Stele, his face filled with surprise.
Han Li raised an eyebrow. If he remembered correctly, the back of the Stele was completely empty.
However, the elder wouldn't make such a gesture without reason, so Han Li's figure swayed slightly, and he bizarrely appeared at the back of the Stele, facing him.
His glance swept over it, and Han Li also paused in shock.
He could see that the back of the Stele had shattered into pieces, but within some deep crevices, there was a twinkling blue light.
"Spirit Stone?" Han Li's eyes flickered, uncertain in his heart.
Suddenly, he flicked his ten fingers and more than ten strands of azure sword Qi intertwined, instantly transforming into a mass of green light that enveloped the upper half of the Stele.
For a time, stone chips flew around, turning the area into a dusty haze.
