A Black Brick?!

At the center of the Immortal World, the ruins of an ancient sect that once stretched its roots across thousands of kilometers stood.

On the ground, in front of the main hall of this ancient sect, was a wooden plaque. Though eons had passed and the plaque had long since been neglected, anyone with sharp enough eyes could still make out the Dao laws imbued in its words.

Heavens Suppression Sect.

These words were deeply engraved on the wooden plaque.

Inside a chamber within the same main hall—one untouched by the ravages of time—paintings adorned the walls. Each depicted a similar scene: a man wielding a solid rectangular black object, standing defiantly against the heavens.

At the center of the chamber stood an altar, and atop it rested the same solid rectangular black object. It was so black that no light could be reflected on it, all energy that touched its surface was absorbed.