Wuji Tianzun took step after step forward.
It was as if he truly saw something before him; then, he began to form black stone tablets with his bare hands.
On each stone tablet, he meticulously carved characters before letting them drift away into the air.
One stone tablet after another flew out, becoming more and more numerous, denser and denser.
Wuji Tianzun’s figure grew smaller and thinner; it seemed as though he was using his own body to condense source essence, crafting the stone tablets.
At the same time, he also fashioned a few black, stone-like markers of the Dao and sent them out.
Those were seemingly the same black stone blocks from the Ship of Vitality.
No one knew how long he had been at it.
Finally, his movements slowed until only one last stone tablet formed, but he could no longer carve any characters onto it.
At last, he became completely rigid and motionless.
A semi-transparent black crystal layer gathered and covered his body once again.
This time, there was no further change—the crystals thickened and multiplied incessantly until they entirely enveloped him.
Yu Hong watched silently, noticing that until the very end, the corners of Wuji Tianzun’s lips held a faint smile, and his eyes shone with hope.