"Mom, what did that stele in the dream exactly look like? Can you describe the details? I'll see if I can draw it."
Lin Zichen took a piece of drawing paper and a charcoal pencil, asking excitedly.
He felt as though he had glimpsed a secret, a secret why he was so powerful.
His own strength, it seemed, could not be separated from the Abyss of the Origin Land.
Now, he couldn't wait to witness everything in the dream and couldn't stand to wait for the dreams to show it slowly.
"Let me think, let me see how to describe the details to you,"
After speaking, Zhang Wanxin fell into reminiscence, organizing her thoughts on how to describe the appearance of the stele.
About half a minute later, she organized her thoughts and began to describe, "The stele was very square, and also very thick, by estimate, it was more than two meters long and over a meter wide, looking like a coffin."