A friend's new book, Divine Book, had a very distinctive title. Those interested could go see whether it suited their taste.
Divine Script was a civilization passed down from antiquity, endlessly complex; every character contained heaven and earth.
The people of this world studied Divine Script, inscribed books with it, entered Ancient Ruins, opened their spiritual intelligence's "Grotto-Heaven," and set foot on a unique path of cultivation.
One page, one world; one book gave birth to all things.
Unfortunately, they only knew how to wield its power through the number of characters. When poetry, lyrics, songs, and prose appeared in this world, what would happen?
This was a divine book, because what it recorded was the story of a god. Do not doubt it—you had opened a legend. (To be continued ~^~)