Small Mountain Village.
A new day dawned, bright with sunshine.
Li Fan woke bleary-eyed and rubbed the cat in his arms.
Little White woke too, stretched, and meowed at Li Fan, snuggling against his hand affectionately.
He got up and washed.
In the Small Courtyard, Long Zixuan and Dugu Yuqing were already busy with their own pursuits. Long Zixuan was keeping watch over the pond, while Dugu Yuqing practiced calligraphy.
Gongya brought out breakfast: plain porridge, eggs, and beef noodles made with yesterday's beef.
After eating, Li Fan had nothing to do, so he took the two ancient lamps from the study and set them out in the sun.
He wiped the lamp bodies with a cloth and studied the inscriptions.
"Master, these lamps..."
Dugu Yuqing and Long Zixuan looked over curiously.
As he wiped the ancient lamps, Li Fan said:
"They've been around for a long time."
"Each lamp bears the imprint of a different space-time."
As he spoke, he set the lamps down and said:
"There are still a few missing. Otherwise, we ought to be able to see the past of a space-time."
He had studied a broad range of subjects, including archaeology, and could tell that the inscriptions on the two lamps were very similar!
They must have been connected somehow, though he couldn't fully decipher them yet.
But the inscriptions reminded him of the calendar hanging on Uncle Zhang's wall last night...
The Immortal, Saint, God, and Chaos parts had all been torn away. Did that mean those eras had perished?
And the inscriptions on these two lamps seemed very much like the designs on that "Immortal Dao" calendar...
Hearing this, Long Zixuan asked:
"Master... should we go look for the other lamps?"
Li Fan thought it over, then said:
"The lamps can wait. You