"What is that thing?" Ye Fan hadn't been looking in that direction. Hearing the words, he turned around to ask, wondering what they had seen.
"I've walked these underground Ancient Tombs for more than twenty years, and this is the first time I've seen something like this..." Daoist Duan De's lips turned pale. Even someone like him felt fear, indicating the seriousness of the issue.
"Could it be what the ancients referred to as 'Divine Thought'?" The old blind man was visibly moved, his expression extremely solemn.
"Most likely, it's that kind of thing." Daoist Duan De stared at the corner of the mountain cliff, looking as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
Divine Thought was a legend, fleeting and elusive. It was rarely recorded in ancient books because people severely doubted its authenticity. Only a few ancient sects possessed a mere hint of it.
"How can you be sure with just a glance?" the old blind man asked.
