Within the palace, hundreds of white stone steles graced the surroundings. These stone steles, reminiscent of jade, were the source of the immense pressure Long Chen sensed.

When Long Chen examined those stone steles, his heart skipped a beat. They were actually not stone steles but the bones of lifeforms that had reached the Eternal realm.

The bone steles were inscribed with densely packed characters, and a divine radiance enveloped them, lending an air of holiness and sanctity to their presence.

“This is… the Sword Dao’s inscription?”

Mu Qingyun let out a startled cry and immediately flew toward one of the bone steles. She looked as if she had been bewitched, as if her soul had been drawn out by the bone stele. She just stood there motionlessly.

Upon looking at the surrounding bone steles, Long Chen and the others saw hundreds of other disciples in the same state. Most likely, their minds were fully immersed in the bone steles as they comprehended...