BOOM!
The stele trembled unceasingly. It pushed aside the surrounding air, creating a thunderous roar that echoed across the Copper Heart. As the wind howled, it left behind a faint golden afterimage.
In the square below, everyone, including Qin Tianlin, stared blankly.
Someone suddenly came to their senses and asked in disbelief, "The stele... how is it flying?"
Many present were disciples with deep roots in the Sect, having grown up within it from a young age. None had ever heard of the Ancient King Stele being able to break its chains and fly off on its own.
Even the older Stewards among them looked bewildered.
"How could this be..." Qin Tianlin looked up, murmuring to himself. "Could it be because of me?"
He couldn't help but think that, after all, he had been the only one beneath the Ancient King Stele just a moment ago. It was indeed highly likely that he was the cause.
