Hurry and Invite the Buddha of the Western Heaven—No, Hurry and Invite the School Professors!
Shen Le extended a tiny thread of spiritual power and carefully circled the mass of golden energy several times. Within it, the chill was razor-sharp; getting even slightly closer made his mind ache, as though his brain were about to be sliced open.
After circling it several times, he still could not get close, much less investigate what exactly was inside—though one thing was certain: there was more than one item inside, perhaps at least two or three?
Unable to penetrate it after several attempts, he had no choice but to pause and examine the other artifacts in the lacquered box.
The gold-painted boards occupied two-thirds of the entire box, while the remaining third on the right was neatly stacked with bundle after bundle of bamboo slips.
The binding cords of the bamboo slips were clearly damaged to the touch. It was impossible to tell whether they had suffered "three broken bindings" through repeated reading, or had begun to rot over the long course of preservation;
However, when Shen Le cautiously probed them with spiritual power, he could feel how extremely fragile the bamboo slips had become:
When his spiritual power touched them, they even seemed on the verge of crumbling into bamboo fibers. The black ink and vermilion markings upon them were faint and hazy, giving him the impression that they were about to leave the bamboo slips and dissolve into water...
Help, how was he supposed to take these things out?
These waterlogged bamboo slips were already so fragile that they could barely be touched!
Shen Le's only consolation now was that he had taken every protective measure he could. When lifting this block of earth, he had kept it as stable and