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Not just a few people, but an entire group was marching steadily toward the Time Travel Memorial Tower.
Could it be that these common folk regarded the Time Travel Monument as a sacred relic? This thought flashed through Yun Yi's mind, yet he felt no surprise. Such a massive and abrupt stone tablet appearing in the deep mountains would surely be seen as a miraculous presence by both the ancient people of the late Han Dynasty and modern individuals alike.
However, Yun Yi did not intervene immediately. Instead, he quietly followed behind the crowd, also making his way toward the Time Travel Memorial Tower.
Before long, he arrived at the vicinity of the Time Travel Monument. At this moment, all he had to do was lift his gaze to clearly see the towering stone tablet standing not far away, visible even in the night. This was because two Nuclear Fuel Torches, placed by Yun Yi himself, had been installed atop the monument. Regardless of the weather, these two torches illuminated the stone tablet, radiating brilliant light.
Around the Time Travel Monument, scattered refugees had gathered in small circles, seemingly engaged in some form of prayer. Observing this scene, Yun Yi furrowed his brow slightly, finding it difficult to discern the specific meaning behind their actions.
At that moment, one member of the refugees suddenly shouted loudly, "Look! Divine Stele! Divine Stele!"
The people who had been immersed in prayer suddenly lifted their heads, their gazes directed toward the stone monument.
Following their line of sight, Yun Yi saw that the soil supporting the towering stone was gradually sinking. Before long, the base of the monument completely separated from the ground, hovering in mid-air!
Yun Yi blinked, not particularly surprised by the sight of the monument floating. He knew that this stone was made from Granite Blocks, which followed the rules of the game; even if the soil beneath it disappeared, the Granite Block would remain unaffected.
What puzzled him was that when he had constructed this monument, he had specifically checked the stability of its foundation, and the ground had been incredibly solid. How could it suddenly start sinking for no reason?
As Yun Yi pondered these doubts, a crowd gathered around the monument. Soon after, the smooth surface of the stone began to emit a faint glow, revealing inscriptions within.
A wave of intense self-doubt surged within Yun Yi: Was this still the monument he had built? He took out a map, which showed a blurry mist surrounding the area, but this particular spot was exceptionally clear. Clearly, this was where he had first arrived after crossing over; it was indeed the grand monument he had constructed with his own hands.
But how could such a drastic change occur in just a few days?
Gradually, the inscriptions on the monument became more pronounced. As night fell, the glow illuminated everyone's view, and the height of the monument allowed people to easily read what was inscribed above.
Although most people were uneducated and could not recognize characters, there were still some who could decipher them. One familiar with writing stepped forward and read aloud: "The old sky fades away, a new sky descends; the Saint appears, bringing blessings to all."
The crowd stirred at these words—what did it mean? The old sky fades away, and a new sky descends? Wasn't Da Xian Liang Shi a messenger of this new sky? Could it be that the Saint mentioned in the inscription referred to Da Xian Liang Shi?
It must be so! It seemed that our fate could only be saved by Da Xian Liang Shi.
This statement also caught Yun Yi's attention. The few short sentences carried immense significance, especially for him. Wasn't this a distorted version of Huang Jin's slogan about the old sky perishing and the new sky ascending, marking a new era of prosperity?
Yun Yi pondered silently. Could it be that Zhang Jiao was behind all this manipulation?
However, logically speaking, isn't there still more than a year until the Yellow Turban Army? Why has the situation developed so abruptly, as if time has accelerated? Perhaps it is indeed my insignificant butterfly effect that unintentionally flapped its wings, triggering this grand storm at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty and prompting Zhang Jiao to develop rebellious thoughts ahead of schedule.
I must admit that Zhang Jiao is indeed a talented individual; he quickly discerned the unique function of the stone tablet and utilized this tool to create the Divine Miracle, spreading prophecies far and wide.
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