Zhang Yu removed the clay from above, moved it aside, and stored it away. The inscriptions at the bottom of the box were now fully revealed.
It could be seen that the script used there differed from that on the lid. Instead, it somewhat resembled the writing on the High One Slates his adoptive father had guided him to seek.
He compared them and found that this stone box was roughly the same size as a High One Slate. Could this be another High One Slate, merely used to carry this Life-Giving Soil?
Could it be that the final step his adoptive father had abandoned had ultimately pointed here? After all, this "Life-Giving Soil" was of a higher order. Even if those of a lower order obtained it, they would be unable to make proper use of it.
He tried reading through the contents. There were not many characters, but every single one required a certain degree of spiritual power to interpret. If there were any deviation in the interpretation, the meaning could very likely become something else entirely.
Under normal circumstances, even those who had reached a certain level might not necessarily understand it completely. Yet he had been in contact with these things for a long time, and these characters were connected to, and mutually intelligible with, the other things left behind by his adoptive father. Thus, he quickly grasped their meaning.
Compared to the mere legend on the inner side of the box lid, what was recorded here was exceedingly valuable. It described a method for using this "Life-Giving Soil" to create "Clay People."
Zhang Yu considered it. Although he had just made an insect from that clay and turned it into a living creature, people were different.
Humans were intelligent living beings. If one merely fashioned