Ronan had once made a simple intuitive reading and analysis of these notebooks.
At the time, he had only just mastered Ritual Ancient Script. He did not yet understand the Ancient Gods' methods of observation and thought very well, and his application was still too immature, so there was little he could extract or elaborate from the information within.
Now, things were different. Ronan could fully emulate the Ancient Gods, using an instant-as-ten-thousand-years perspective to observe the minute bubbles rising and falling from that cluster of human hearts in this spacetime. Or he could restrain himself a little and, from a relatively concrete perspective, depict the wavering nightmare of ten billion people.
But Ronan had no intention of drawing out secrets from the past. That was still very difficult.
He was merely using these notes as an axis, combining them with his own understanding, and taking one small step forward.
Just as, within the Mirror Starry Sky beneath the Karmic Poison Sea, he had moved toward the Sun Wheel Absolute Prison—and toward the Crimson Wheel Rift.
The more utterly chaotic the world was, the more one needed to look ahead.
Retracing and reconstructing the past was only meant to keep the direction of progress from straying too far.
If Liang Lu's Sky Abyss Mirror System fell into his hands and instantly completed every kind of element in his still rudimentary Mirror Starry Sky, Ronan would naturally welcome it with open arms.
Or if Grandfather's memories of the past could be Imprinted without harming his physical or mental health, helping Ronan understand some of that era's secrets and view Liang Lu, Li Wei, and those other visitors from beyond in another light—view this complicated spacetime from another angle...
He would naturally be willing as well.
But Ronan was gradually coming to