At that moment, the Star Sea Bowl floated quietly before Chu Yun, giving off a faint starlight. Blue stellar radiance shone upon his slightly astonished face.
Come to think of it, the Star Sea Bowl had accompanied Chu Yun for many years. But back then, it had merely been a broken blue pottery bowl, with a chunk missing from its rim and not a trace of imposing might—like some ancient relic from a bygone age, barely dragging out its existence to this day.
Yet now, upon examining it up close, he saw that the Star Sea Bowl had revealed its true form. Its blue-glazed body was whole and unblemished, antique and elegant. Around its exterior were painted sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, flora, and trees, the strokes archaic and grand.
Along the bowl's inner rim, ancient characters flashed continuously. These characters were incredibly tiny, like the countless stars in the night sky, forever glimmering and shifting.
Though Chu Yun did not recognize these words, merely looking at them allowed him to understand their meanings.
They contained an ocean of knowledge: methods of farming and animal husbandry, strategies for unifying the Four Seas, Star Continent's vast historical course, and records of countless laws.
These are Saint writings! Chu Yun marveled inwardly.
Saint writings were the words of Saints, and also the Saints' Dao. Whenever a Spirit Beast Master advanced to become a Saint, their own exclusive script would naturally take shape.
These words were an interpretation of that Saint.
The more Saint writings there were, the higher a Saint's cultivation generally was.
Even more extraordinary, these words carried a supreme divine intent of enlightenment. Even an utterly uncivilized barbarian, upon seeing such words, could understand the meanings they represented, thereby grasping countless principles and gaining profound wisdom.
On the bowl's outer