Under the sun's rays, on top of a mountain not too far from White Stone Tower.
Ron Mei'er, clad in a golden robe, stood there and slowly set down the Crystal Skull in his hand, then flipped his hand and tucked it away. He squinted towards the mountain where White Stone Tower was located, pursed his lips, and after a long while, he spoke to himself, "This is really troublesome, but there's no other way."
As he finished speaking, Ron Mei'er reached into his bosom and pulled out a scroll.
The scroll seemed unremarkable, its surface showing signs of age with a yellow patina, as if it would crumble into dust with just a little pressure.
Ron Mei'er carefully unrolled the scroll, revealing its contents.
It could be seen that the scroll didn't contain any text, but rather a pattern drawn with various dyes. Each line of the pattern was made up of fine lines, which in turn were composed of even finer lines, layer upon layer, unfathomably complex.
