The Guluo River brought Zhao Xing to a tombstone, which was about a hundred meters tall and twenty meters wide.
Bo Wei was locked beneath the tombstone by eight chains.
The eight bronze chains emitted light, penetrated Bo Wei, and then disappeared into the tombstone.
"This is a Yanshen Stele," Zhao Xing thought to himself, "And it looks quite powerful; it is actually used to suppress Bo Wei."
Upon arrival, Guluo River did not call Bo Wei.
Instead, it formed two vine chairs and invited Zhao Xing to sit beside him.
Bo Wei lay against the stele expressionless, his eyes vacant. He had lost all his former spirit, his hair disheveled, looking almost like a cripple.
"The place you visited, I have been there too," Guluo River finally began to address Zhao Xing's earlier doubts.
"Yuan is the Void Ancestor, a place where he underwent his second Path of Enlightenment to Become a God, paving the way for martial arts enlightenment worldwide."
"Yu God is the Great Emperor."
