Narrow sunlight streamed through the stone house's doorway, drawing long diagonal lines across the room and shining on the pitch-black ashes in He Ao's palm.
The swirling ashes gathered into a black page in the light, then swiftly crumbled apart.
He Ao had now somewhat figured out the characteristics of this Historical Contract. It had an extremely powerful mechanism for filtering power.
To touch or affect it, one could only use power related to history.
He Ao looked at the Page of the Book of Past Days in his hand, which shifted back and forth between ash and page form, then gently raised his hand and fixed it in its ash form.
Then, he tried wrapping the ashes in divine consciousness and began touching the mystic entity of the Historical Contract.
Very quickly, the ashes landed on the cover of the Historical Contract.
Unlike divine consciousness, which simply slipped away, the ashes were like glue falling onto a wooden board. The instant they landed on the spine of the Historical Contract, they stuck to it.
This could work?
He Ao did not continue drawing downward. Instead, relying on his control over the Book of Past Days, along with the divine consciousness wrapped around the ashes, he pulled outward at the ashes that had already seeped into the Historical Contract.
The adhesion was not firm. With a gentle tug, He Ao pulled the ashes off.
He wondered whether it had worked.
He Ao stared at the somewhat corporeal spine and once again "stuck" the ashes from the Page of the Book of Past Days onto it.
The first time, he had planned to draw a complete Control Array. But when the array was only one-third complete, the entire Historical Contract became illusory, and nothing could be attached to it any longer.