The Qinling Mountains formed the watershed between the Yangtze River and Yellow River. Stretching for thousands of miles, they presented a myriad of magnificent sights: peaks and ridges rose and fell, ravines crisscrossed the land, and snow in the mountains never melted all year round.
Somewhere deep within the Qinling Mountains, a base lay hidden amid the towering ranges. Lush vegetation and natural barriers concealed it, while a heavy iron gate stood at one entrance under tight security. Armed soldiers stood guard outside the gate twenty-four hours a day.
Beyond the iron gate stood a massive underground complex, like an underground city.
This was the headquarters of the 749 Bureau.
At that moment, inside a conference room somewhere in the underground city.
The leaders of the 749 Bureau had gathered with more than a dozen of Dragon Kingdom's foremost paleographers for a meeting.
The director of the 749 Bureau was surnamed Qiu. His name was Qiu Yuhan.
Qiu Yuhan was in a very bad mood.
"Everyone here is among the foremost professors in Dragon Kingdom's field of paleography. I won't waste words. I only ask that you please think of another way and do your utmost to fully and accurately decipher the Small Heavenly Cycle Art."
A professor wearing reading glasses spoke up in the conference room. He was Professor Yang Zhenlin, widely recognized as the leading figure in Dragon Kingdom's paleography field. Professor Yang had helped compile textbooks for paleography programs at many domestic universities.
"Director Qiu, over the past year or so, we have already translated nine versions of the Small Heavenly Cycle Art. With only this little information on hand, it is truly difficult to decipher it without a single error. Haven't you organized trainees to practice the nine versions? Hasn't any version produced a breakthrough?"
Qiu