eight hundred million cells falling from the sky

time passed by.

bai wushang stood in front of the stone tablet for a day and a night without waking up.

the onlooking masters and saint beasts didn't even dare to breathe.

whenever they needed to communicate, they would use voice transmission as the main method, not daring to make any noise.

"do you guys think the saint can comprehend the things in the tablet?"

"it's hard to say. the blood inheritance and secret technique he released are indeed powerful."

"however, as far as i can see, the stone stele doesn't move at all. it's hard to see any shocking phenomenon."

"could it be that this stone tablet is forever unsolvable?" "i've heard that in the ancient past, an emperor ancestor had stayed here for a short time," a female cultivator sighed.

" even that supreme master couldn't solve the mystery of the stone tablet. we saint venerables ... might be overconfident? "