As Zou Zheng wrote, his entire body became insubstantial and translucent, while countless characters flowed forth from beneath his brush tip.
Zhang Yu focused his gaze. The symbols resembled tadpoles, strange and peculiar. They were neither Words of the High One nor Celestial Xia Ancient Speech, yet their strokes seemed to contain certain principles.
After watching for a while, he gained some insight. These were the "words" of Pure Spirit beings. More precisely, they were the spirituality Pure Spirit beings used to communicate with one another, expressed through such symbols.
Ordinary people could not make out their specific meaning, but a divine light flashed through his eyes. Borrowing the Eye Seal and Word Seal, he directly perceived the principles within, and in an instant saw them clearly. Yet the contents were fragmented, without sequence or momentary continuity, like a person muttering in their sleep. Much of it was meaningless transmission.
But he found this unsurprising. Pure Spirit beings' thoughts were inherently erratic and fragmented; their communication was more like an unstructured rhythm of spirituality.
After writing for a while, Zou Zheng finally stopped. That familiar feeling returned once more.
He looked up at that moment and saw that the floor, ceiling, and walls were densely covered in these symbols, rather than being confined to the paper alone.
He said, "What I wrote just now fell both into this place and into the Pure Spirit Abode. These should all be the dissipated traces left after spirituality entered the present world."
Zhang Yu considered this and said, "Then Father must have been standing at the boundary between matter and spirit just now."
He looked at those symbols. They were not much different from the ones on the paper.
Yet these were precisely the keys that carried one into the Pure Spirit Abode.