"But I haven't found the mechanism after researching for so many years. I'm afraid a more secretive method is needed to open it."
Asher sighed as he spoke, but his gaze remained fixed on the carved patterns, eyes gleaming with the light of accumulated wisdom.
Ethan's gaze followed along the stone door, each line becoming clearer under his spiritual perception.
Nine stars.
Suspended in a formation that mirrored the heavens.
Below them stood a lone figure on a mountain peak—arms wide open, facing the starry sky and turning his back on all living beings.
The pattern was ancient, mysterious, and carried a faint oppressive aura.
"...Nine stars," Ethan murmured, brows lightly knitting.
In the Nine Emperors Dao Body scripture, the star positions were meticulously recorded.
Comparing them now—it was unmistakable.
"These nine stars… are the same nine from the Nine Emperors Dao Body. Then this place truly is the one recorded on the stone tablet."
