Turn Into A Stone Block For Twenty-One Thousand Years!

It was windy at the peak of the mountain and it was quite chilly. The breeze blew against Jian Wushaung's frail and hoary body and it was piercingly cold.

Jian Wushuang didn't move but sat there like an old monk in deep meditation.

The time flew past.

Days, months, and years.

Constant exposure to the wind and sun caused a gradual change to Jian Wushuang's body. In the end, he turned into a stone block.

Sometimes, there were birds that came to rest on the stone block. Sometimes, there were humans that reached the peak of the mountain. But no one worried about the stone block.

From what they saw, the stone block looked weird in shape but not much different from any other stone blocks.

During the years when Jian Wushuang became a stone block, Elder Ming Ba, the Real God from Green Feather Pavilion watched him in silence in the void.

"What is this Jian Wushuang trying to do?"

Ming Ba was confused.