Zhong Xuanyin's spirits lifted. Another momentous event!
This trip to the Snow Kingdom had been more than worthwhile.
A legendary figure like Ying Yunnian—every word and gesture of his was worthy of being recorded in the history books. For him to mention something like this, it could not possibly be a trivial matter.
The writing knife moved across the bamboo slips, and history flowed before their eyes.
Ying Yunnian raised a hand and pointed ahead. A mirror formed in the void, and within it was a Text Cocoon!
The cocoon formed when Zhao Wuyan lost control of the path she had cultivated appeared before them all—
Writing is a diligent labor; the pen-knife can plow through words. Spit out all the blood in one's heart, all for the silk upon one's body.
It may become splendid robes or a cocoon; it may rise to Azure Cloud or imprison itself!
"This little girl's aspirations are exceedingly high," Ying Yunnian said. "She has many paths up the mountain, but suffered from being unable to attend to them all. Unable to fully display all she had learned, she lingered on the mountainside for a long while. The Winter Emperor told her that such a direction existed in this world, and so she resolutely made this choice."
Watching the ever-changing words upon the Text Cocoon, he sighed faintly. "After abdicating, I devoted myself to scholarship. There is nothing new under the ages. The troubles Zhao Wuyan encountered were once troubles of mine as well. What she sought was also what I had been exploring. I had always wondered what path could encompass all of my Knowledge and Insight. I diligently studied the hundred schools and traveled All-Under-Heaven City. In that process, the concept of the Miscellaneous School slowly took shape."
Jiang Wang seemed to