"Right, the stele is missing."
Mu Rufeng slapped his thigh and realized at once.
Of course, the stele wouldn't stand on the island.
It had to be erected in the waters, not just one piece, but four, exactly like the four cardinal directions.
No sooner said than done, Mu Rufeng immediately dove into the sea, excavating a large amount of rock from the riverbed.
After kneading and fusing them, it formed a gigantic stele, long and narrow at the bottom and wide at the top.
Before long, the four steles were implanted into the seabed, rising tens of meters above the sea surface.
However, Mu Rufeng hadn't carved any words yet, being a bit of a name-challenged guy, unsure what to name this island.
He decided to wait for Zhao Yanran to come and let her name it.
The stele is considered part of the island, so the island's solid rules also apply to the stele, preventing it from being destroyed by natural disasters.
