Qing Pu's words helped Yue Jinghua unravel a thread from the tangled mess of her thoughts.
The Moon Goddess Lighthouse has stood on the shores of Fandi Port for hundreds of years without falling, thanks to the brand new Divine Rune composed of one thousand and eight Holy Runes.
To be precise, the thirteen-story Goddess Tower was merely a facade; what truly functioned was that one Divine Rune.
Its existence is like the famed ceiling fresco of the Sistine Cathedral of later generations, the pinnacle of artistic achievement.
The fresco at the top of the Moon Goddess Tower can be considered an immortal masterpiece in the history of Holy Runes on the Canglong Continent.
More than eight hundred years ago, those few Tattoo Masters of the Dragon Clan, possibly young or with heads full of white hair, looked up laboriously engraving each Holy Rune with tattoo needles as fine as cow hair, as if it just happened yesterday.
