The Great Stele.
Cold, mysterious, heavy, profound.
The characters on its surface, however, were filled with an aura of civilization completely distinct from the stele itself.
Compared to the projection he had seen at the Dayu Xirang Research Institute branch, the aura radiating from the Great Stele sitting atop Mount Everest was staggering. Its surface was exceptionally coarse. Unlike other stones, it hadn't been worn smooth by the Sub-Blade Storms raging at the summit. Its face was densely engraved with Divine Revelation Text, both minuscule and magnificent.
Minuscule, because each character was no bigger than a fist.
Magnificent, because every single character contained a vast stream of information. Through different arrangements and combinations, they could even be interpreted to have different meanings.
It was as if they were alive.
Thirty-three thousand characters!
