The true form of a character was itself an extreme simplification, condensing all truth and essence within it.
At the same time, it was immensely complex. Just as Ye Tian had said before, it encompassed everything contained within formations, the manifestation closest to the origin.
It was assembled from countless simplified strokes like Xuanyu's horizontal line.
It was built from beam after beam, hook after hook, gradually growing more complex, gradually becoming impossible to distinguish.
Even drawing a single character was exceedingly difficult.
Even if one wrote it again, one might not be able to reproduce it faithfully.
Yet Xuanyu stared fixedly at that character displayed in the sky. His eyes had already turned red as he tried to commit it to memory.
However, this was a character close to the Dao and could not be completely remembered. What he remembered was only the portion he could temporarily comprehend. If he wanted to remember more, he could only deduce and understand it himself.
"This perhaps should no longer be called a character. It should be described as a rune! It is deeper than our talismans, closer to the essence of the Great Dao!"
Xuanyu muttered to himself. His eyes burned with agonizing pain, and he was so uncomfortable that tears of blood flowed down his face, yet he still refused to close his eyes, trying to understand one point more.
"Your Great Dao is not truly a secret, nor does it belong solely to your Literary Dao. In ancient times—or perhaps even in your current Immortal Realm—similar writing should have appeared."
"I may call it immortal script, or Deity script, or Dao Seal. The names are merely different. Of course, they studied it beginning with the Dao itself. It would be utterly impossible for them to touch upon this at