Despite the shock written all over his face and the fear still lingering in his heart, Jiang Kongping's gaze never left the colossal phantom. He studied it intently, clearly trying to glean something from it.
Even though his furrowed brow made it obvious that he could see nothing of substance, he refused to give up.
It was only when the power of the Heaven Gazing Divine Stone in his hand dissipated and everything before his eyes vanished along with it that he finally turned his gaze toward Jiang Yuantai beside him.
"Brother, that was incredible! What on earth was that?"
Jiang Kongping's face was still pale, the shock not yet fully faded, but his eyes burned with excitement.
He knew Jiang Yuantai hadn't lied to him — something truly monumental had indeed occurred across the vast Martial Cultivation World.
And this was an event of unprecedented scale, which filled him with wild anticipation.
"Kongping, you truly have no idea what that omen signifies?"
Jiang Yuantai's sword-like brows knitted together, a clear look of displeasure in his eyes.
"I… of course I don't know."
Jiang Kongping stared blankly. He genuinely tried to think, but he truly couldn't recall.
"This is what you get for squandering your time on idle pleasures — you've even forgotten about this."
Jiang Yuantai shook his head with a sigh.
"Brother, just tell me what it is! Stop keeping me in suspense, I'm begging you." Jiang Kongping pressed eagerly.
"Approximately thirty thousand years ago, inside an ancient ruin located within the Seven Realms Heavenly River, a stone tablet from the primordial era was discovered."
"The tablet was blank at first, yet everyone could sense that it contained supreme power — it was a priceless treasure beyond measure."
"But the tablet could not be moved. To unlock its secrets, every expert across the entire vast Martial Cultivation World gathered before that stone tablet."
"They sought to combine their efforts and unravel the mystery of the stone."
Before Jiang Yuantai could finish, Jiang Kongping slapped his forehead in sudden realization.
"Brother, I remember now! Father told me about it — it wasn't actually a treasure, but a prophetic artifact from the primordial era."
"And later, ancient script appeared on its surface."
Jiang Kongping blurted out.
"Correct. It was that very prophecy."
Seeing that Jiang Kongping finally remembered, a relieved smile appeared on Jiang Yuantai's face.
"Wait, brother."
But Jiang Kongping spoke again, then grinned sheepishly. "What exactly did the inscription on that stone tablet say again?"
"Father already told you, didn't he?"
Jiang Yuantai asked in surprise.
"I… I forgot."
"You…"
Hearing this, Jiang Yuantai was so exasperated he wanted nothing more than to smack his little brother across the face.
"Brother, I'm sorry! I thought it sounded completely absurd at the time, so I never took it seriously."
"But I know I was wrong now. Please, tell me again."
Jiang Kongping clasped his fists and pleaded.
Jiang Yuantai shot him a hard glare, but continued his account regardless.
"That prophetic stone tablet had four lines of ancient text appear upon it."
"Once the script was deciphered, the content was revealed."
"The words read…"
*"On the path of cultivation, heroes rise — generation after generation, countless beyond measure.* *Yet time devours all, and those whose names grace the annals of history are precious few.* *But should the day come when a colossal image manifests amid the vast expanse of stars,* *Within a hundred years, a prodigy shall surely ascend to seal the throne of a True God."* When the words fell, Jiang Yuantai turned to look at Jiang Kongping, his gaze laden with deeper meaning.