"What on earth is this thing..."
Ji Chen's legs went weak, and he slumped to the ground, gasping for breath.
Ignoring the cold ground, he frantically rummaged through his Storage Ring with both hands, pulling out handfuls of battered bamboo slips and pieces of jade.
His fingers trembled as he rifled through the ancient records with a loud rustle.
Old Ancestor Cangwu stood guard nearby with the Dark-Gold Long Sword in hand, his gaze never leaving the enormous, transparent Law Sphere.
Zhou Xuan did not hurry him. He stood where he was, studying the crystal Seed the size of a small mountain.
Ji Chen searched for a full incense stick's worth of time, the discarded records beside him piling into a small mountain.
Sweat covered his head, and his movements grew increasingly rough. He accidentally crushed several precious Jade Slips in his hands.
At last, he stopped at a yellowed ancient beastskin scroll wrapped in layer upon layer of seals.
The beastskin scroll gave off an exceedingly ancient aura, its edges severely charred.
Ji Chen bit his fingertip and dripped blood onto the seals, forcibly breaking the restrictions.
He stared fixedly at the ancient writing on it. His face instantly turned deathly pale, and even his breathing stopped.
"I found it..."
A hoarse voice squeezed out of Ji Chen's throat.
"There were a few scattered references to this form in the forbidden records kept at the deepest level of the Heavenly Strategy Pavilion. Every Pavilion Master regarded them as utter nonsense, and none dared reveal so much as a word to outsiders."
Old Ancestor Cangwu immediately turned to look.
Ji Chen held the beastskin scroll in both hands, his knuckles white from his grip.
"It's the World Seed!"
Ji Chen abruptly raised his head, his voice distorted by sheer shock.