These Cultural Relics Can't Be Taken Back? Shen Le, What Are You Talking About?

The two experts followed behind Shen Le and witnessed all kinds of bizarre, unimaginable restoration methods.

Throwing wood into nutrient solution, stimulating its growth, and letting it grow itself back.

Whether it was a cross, rosary beads, a coffin, or anything else, it was wood. Just make it grow—what about whether the regrown wood would lose moisture and warp?

"Come on, they want holy relics, not cultural artifacts." Shen Le shrugged with perfect justification. "As long as the power can flow through it and its spirituality can grow, that's enough. As for warping, once the relic's spirituality is awakened, it'll regulate things like moisture loss itself!"

The two experts wore absurd expressions that plainly said, "What on earth are you talking about?" Restoring cultural artifacts—wasn't restoration work supposed to mean that the restorers controlled everything? Letting the artifacts control themselves?

Oh, right, he wasn't restoring cultural artifacts. He was restoring holy relics. Then never mind—

Then there were all kinds of tapestries. Wool and silk that had yellowed and become brittle over countless years were hit with a cleaning spell to remove dust and grime.

A bottle of Silk Fibroin Solution was poured over them, allowing the wool and silk to absorb it and transform from degraded, fragile states into full, lustrous ones.

For a pitch-black, crumpled burial shroud, he used a syringe to draw up Silk Fibroin Solution, suspending tiny droplets one by one over the breaks in the silk and allowing every strand to grow completely whole again—

Aside from those restoration procedures they could understand, he would simply sit there, staring blankly, staring blankly, continuing to stare blankly—or rather, continuing to meditate.

Sometimes, the holy relic before him would glow, transform, or make faint sounds. More often, it showed no reaction at all, sitting face-to-face with Shen