The Original Scripture of Great Peace, Personally Taught by Zhang Jiao, Which One Are You, Sir?

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"Seriously...?"

Shen Le sat blankly before the workbench. The pottery fragments lay scattered before him, some here, some there, some high, some low, utterly silent.

Whether he reached out to touch them or probed them with his spiritual power, he could no longer sense the slightest fluctuation:

"Why did it stop right now?!"

"Why did it drag me back now?!"

"At least let me live out that whole lifetime! Let me see Kongming!"

No amount of complaining would help. Shen Le picked up the pottery fragments, put them down, picked them up again, and put them down again. No matter how he fussed with them, he could not coax the slightest response from them.

He could only speculate:

Either the memories contained within these pottery fragments ended here, and simply did not include anything related to Marquis Zhuge;

Or this portion of the fragments was incomplete, and he needed to find the rest—to find more of their components and piece them together into a whole, or at least into something somewhat complete?

But Shen Le did not immediately get to work. Nor did he immediately soak the fragments in spiritual power and trigger another resonance to call out to their other components.

He closed his eyes slightly, sorted through the information he had seen in that memory, then turned on his computer and began typing furiously:

There was nothing especially worth recording about Zhang Jiao's history or his experiences in battle. But the one hundred and seventy volumes of the Scripture of Great Peace were worth documenting:

A third of this thing had been lost!

There had still been a complete version during the Song Dynasty—but after the Yuan Dynasty destroyed its stored copies, it began to