Dieying stood in front of the stele. Through the light reflected by the moon halo, she could see the densely packed characters on the stele like tadpoles.
Although this kind of writing was like a heavenly book and she couldn't read it, the weird characters clearly revealed some kind of mystery, and she almost wanted to snatch it out.
She bent down, took a handful of water from the river flowing by her feet, stretched her neck to drink, and the cool water soaked into her organs. Suddenly, her mind became much clearer, but she still couldn't remember how she ended up in this deserted place.
Perhaps it was a divine sign or inspired by the cold river water. She used her fingers that were still wet with water to press a character on the stone. Suddenly, the character was like a button connected to a mechanism, and it seemed that an external force was attached. The stunned Dieying gradually had the idea of immersing herself in the disillusioned characters, and a passage was clearly opened in front of her eyes. She had no time to think about it, let alone make a choice. Her heels had already been pulled up from the ground, and her body was walking straight towards the thoroughfare.