Amidst the remnants of the thatched house, bamboo slips sprawled across the blue stone table. Originally there was a large pile, but most had been burnt to ash during the woman's ascension, leaving only a small portion.
The two young men each held bamboo slips, their excitement palpable.
One laughed heartily, somewhat frantically, speaking incoherently, hoping the heavens would favor him.
One was filled with joy, his eyes fiery as he stared at the bamboo slips, wishing he could immediately perform martial arts and strike the heavens.
"I understand now, it's clear to me, this is the path forward!" Xiao Wu clenched the bamboo slips, as varied insights flooded his mind, nodding continuously.
Qin Ming felt that each bamboo slip was priceless, it was a Divine Object.
Initially, he was shocked because he saw Silk Scripture on them, densely written, seemingly having weathered a millennium, yet still clear, with various human-shaped patterns evoking historical depth.
