Seeing the contents at the front of the bamboo scroll, Qin Guan immediately furrowed his brow:
"Didn't Jin Xuan say before that the Chaos Realm was derived from the Primordial Realm? Why does it now say there was nothing at all, only the most primordial Origin Power?"
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Qin Guan continued carefully reading the ancient characters and secret inscriptions deeper within the bamboo scroll.
The opening merely recorded the state of the Chaos Realm at its birth, but in the latter half of the scroll, a line of ancient, rough vermilion-brush commentary abruptly unraveled every doubt.
Before Chaos took form, all returned to Primordial; Primordial was the mother source of ten thousand Daos, spilling forth origin to condense a womb and transform into a realm—thus began Chaos.
Once Chaos came into being, it severed the old order of Primordial, sealed off its own heaven and earth, created its own light and time, and formed its own era.
Thus, within the newborn Chaos Realm, there remained no trace of Primordial, no ancient innate heavens—only a sea of origin, evolving alone.
A mere few lines, yet every word laid bare the truth of all eternity.
Qin Guan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he understood at once.
For some reason, after reading the contents of the scroll in his hands, Qin Guan suddenly felt incomparably small.
Compared to the Heaven and Earth Great Dao that spanned endless eras, his countless past battles and killings, his innumerable breakthroughs in cultivation—everything seemed so utterly insignificant.
Qin Guan's mind was shaken. The more he read, the more thrilling and soul-stirring it became.
Without realizing it, time quietly slipped away.
The library was tranquil, filled only with the occasional rustle of turning pages and the faint fragrance of ink.
After who knew