The Discipline Guard Master sat up straight and lowered his head to look at the book before him. The smile vanished completely from his face, replaced by gravity.
He cultivated an extraordinary art. His ability to sit securely as the master of the Ten Directions Divine Dynasty's Discipline Guard and remain deeply valued by the Ten Directions Emperor did not rest merely upon irrational loyalty, nor solely upon his competence as an official.
His own abilities were also of paramount importance.
There were simply too many in this world who possessed twelve parts loyalty toward the Emperor and were willing to die for him. Why had he been given the chance to climb upward back then?
The most important factor was his cultivation, his divine ability.
That was what gave him the steps to climb upward.
Using text as a vessel, he could form an avatar. All the words within that text could be divided and transformed, scattered into countless fragments.
Before they gathered together, no one could discover his avatar. Likewise, at that time, his avatar was utterly useless and truly was nothing more than ordinary words mixed into other books.
Even if his avatar reassembled itself, no one could kill it.
Because the avatar's true body was this third-rate storybook that had always remained in his hands—the words within that storybook.
With such an ultimate advantage came the corresponding loss.
If the book in his hands were lost, and any three-year-old child tossed it into a furnace and burned it, the avatar would die.
The Discipline Guard Master personally guarded this book to compensate for that flaw.
He rarely used this divine ability to create avatars, but this time, he had had no choice. His true body indeed did not dare act, but the avatar could recklessly run