Chapter 81

Each groove and emblem on the stele contained boundless chaotic will. These wills were like the great heavenly sounds, narrating different paths. This was the great grace of the Dao that the sages of the previous era had sacrificed themselves to transform into, capable of blessing countless future generations.

But greed is a human nature, and everyone wanted to claim the great Dao inscribed on the stele for themselves, to establish a divine court and educate the world, achieving eternal and imperishable achievements. Therefore, it was inevitable that the Chaotic Divine Stele would be broken and stolen.

Each groove on the Chaotic Divine Stele not only represented a chaotic will, but the stele itself was also a divine artifact capable of destroying the heavens and the earth. After it was shattered, it became a divine object that could suppress the fate of a region. If there was enough foundation, it could even activate the chaotic divine patterns or chaotic emblems on the stele.

What is known as a Legendary-level patterned artifact is nothing more than a pile of tofu pudding in front of a chaotic divine pattern.

When this piece of the broken stele entered the hero's natural sensing range, it immediately caught his attention. His mind was greatly shaken, and he recognized what it was. He and the old bandit and his brothers had been silenced because they had submitted such a piece of the broken stele.

This was actually a piece of the Chaotic Stele. Although this piece was much smaller than the one they had submitted to the Dragon Emperor, containing only one chaotic divine pattern, its value was immeasurable.

If the hero had just looked at it with his eyes, there would be no problem as long as he did not try to remember the inscriptions on the stele. They were just a few strange patterns that he could neither understand nor remember. However, out of curiosity, he used his divine sense to examine it, and the piece of the broken stele was still within his natural sensing range. The hero's divine sense subconsciously penetrated the stele.

This was like poking a hornet's nest.

Even a world-class expert like Old Hu did not dare to directly memorize the inscriptions on the Chaotic Divine Stele or use his divine sense to penetrate the broken stele. He could only use the Heavenly Mechanism Sphere to imprint the chaotic emblems on the stele.

Although this piece of the broken stele contained only one chaotic divine pattern and not a complete chaotic emblem, the vast chaotic will it contained was far beyond what the hero, a novice, could bear.

The hero's soul was almost crushed by the chaotic will within.

The rose has no thorn to hurt the heart; it is the human who has the intention to pick the flower. If this chaotic divine pattern had the slightest reaction to retaliate against the hero, the hero would not even be able to exist as air.

Just as the hero's soul was about to be crushed by the chaotic will in the chaotic divine pattern, the natural patterns in his soul shone brightly, resonating with the chaotic divine pattern.

These natural patterns were like a whole, possessing a spiritual nature. The resonance with the chaotic divine pattern was like that of old friends who had been apart for countless ages and were now reunited.

The hero had a sudden illusion, as if a delicate and refreshing laugh was emanating from the chaotic divine pattern.

The hero was instantly terrified: "What the hell, seeing ghosts in broad daylight."

The chaotic divine pattern seemed to emit a warm and friendly aura, enveloping the hero, like an elder looking at the only successor of a long-lost friend.

In that instant, the hero seemed to see a small figure curled up under the belly of a giant turtle, crying like a little girl with nowhere to go.

Everything was unspoken. The chaotic divine pattern could not speak or convey anything; it was just the indelible traces of time that had been imprinted on the pattern: the marks of time.

Only the hero's gourd heart could sense these nearly eroded marks of time.

The chaotic divine pattern, as if meeting a kindred spirit, seemed to sense something and immediately triggered the natural patterns in the hero's soul.

These natural patterns transformed into a rainbow of light, enveloping the hero and pulling him into the lake.

Ten seconds later, the high-frequency roar of an engine echoed. The powerful vibrations from the engine shook the trees.

Unconsciously, the sun had set, leaving only half of the twilight.

The spider's war mount stopped abruptly, appearing before a small lake in the forest. Ten seconds ago, he had clearly felt someone practicing here, but now there was no sign of anyone, not even a trace of activity. The person seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"Did he hide under the lake?" The spider stroked his chin and took out a 'Super Micro Notebook.' This was a cutting-edge technological product he had obtained from the organization in exchange for great achievements. The organization had acquired it through special channels, spending a large sum of money from certain people.

He operated the touch screen, activating the life detection system in the Super Micro Notebook.

The Super Micro Notebook contained dozens of emblems of various sizes, connected by hundreds of 'patterns.' One of the emblems with life detection capabilities was activated, beginning to scan the lake.

The spider was not good at swimming, and ordinary lakes and rivers could not drown him. However, deep mountain lakes often harbored unknown and strange aquatic creatures. In the water, he could only exert 40% of his strength, and encountering a strange creature underwater was like courting death.

If the other party did not have special means to conceal their life force, even a superpowered mage could be detected by this life detection emblem. The spider held the small notebook and scanned the small lake for over ten minutes. He found an aquatic creature but no trace of the hero.

"Does he have some powerful means to escape?" The spider hesitated by the lake, preparing to leave when a shocking aura suddenly erupted from the lake.

This aura was so ancient and desolate, as if it had instantly transported him back to a desolate time in the distant past.

Shattered mountains and rivers, cracked earth, desolate ghost cities, a graceful figure self-destructing, her soul transforming into a 'pattern' and merging into a towering tombstone at the end of the world.

Who was buried in this tomb?

The spider had never experienced such a shock in his life, as if he had been instantly transported back to the distant past.

What did he see? But then the spider inexplicably looked at the lake, and everything he had seen when the aura erupted disappeared, but the ancient and desolate aura lingered. The spider knew that there were many mysterious ancient relics and unknown places in the world that were beyond human comprehension.

He immediately thought of the hero. The organization had learned from the Black Spider that the young man from the Hua family possessed a secret ancient relic. Now it seemed to be true; he must have some ancient divine object. It was impossible for a human to emit such a vast and majestic aura.

The spider could not wait any longer and immediately activated the aura locking system of the Super Micro Notebook, trying to lock onto the hero's location. This lock was like poking a hornet's nest.

The spider immediately withdrew his hand, and a vast chaotic will traced back to him, shattering the Super Micro Notebook.

One minute earlier.

A figure was sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the lake, with a piece of the broken Chaotic Stele floating in front of him, continuously absorbing his blood.

When the broken stele had absorbed enough blood, it suddenly burst with a vast and profound will of heaven and earth.

After this will of heaven and earth disappeared, the broken stele had merged into the hero's body. It had only chosen the hero as its master by absorbing his blood. The hero was still weak and could not use the divine powers of the broken Chaotic Stele. He could only rely on future exploration and excavation.