After much deliberation, Li Chun finally handed the brush over to a group of octopuses on the seafloor.
He also used a binding talisman to bind its owner to an octopus. Whenever one died, it would fly into the hands of the next.
As long as the Spring and Autumn Brush was wielded, it would automatically write out the Truth in giant characters across the sky for all to see.
And the octopuses would certainly not deliberately alter anything.
They had great vitality. Despite all the fishing, they had not been driven extinct; instead, they had spread throughout every corner of the oceans.
That was because of their habit of squeezing into any hole they found. They could hide within crevices in seafloor rocks, thus avoiding the threat of the future's most terrifying "Lineage-Extinction Filter Membrane."
Although fishermen had been catching them in large numbers with clay jars for two thousand years, they still could not exterminate them.
Clay jars were nowhere near as formidable as the Lineage-Extinction Filter Membrane.
"How tragic. Humanity's justice actually has to be upheld by octopuses." Huang Ergou shook his head heavily at the sight.
Li Chun could not be bothered to explain much to him and merely looked up at the sky.
Before long, five large characters drifted across the heavens—"The Death of Marquis of Xi Huan."
Below them was a passage of history.
Marquis of Xi Huan had been a great general of the current dynasty, loyal, upright, and beloved by the people. He lived simply, distributed any surplus land among the common folk, and never amassed wealth. Then, one night, he died suddenly of an unexplained illness at only forty-two years old.
The royal funeral was grand. He was buried with the rites of a duke, and the Crown Prince personally came