Though he had already suspected it, Chen Cuo could not help being shaken when he heard it for himself.
Six hundred years of Incense entrusted to them!
It did not sound like much on its own, but counting backward put its beginnings in the early Eastern Han Dynasty. It spanned several eras of history!
Two great unifications, the Three Kingdoms, the Sixteen Kingdoms of the Five Barbarians, the fractured age of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and the struggle over Hu Xia.
"Dynasties changed, order and chaos came in cycles, and kingdoms rose and fell. Apart from the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, what age could compare with the Wei-Jin and Northern and Southern Dynasties? No wonder such chaotic thoughts arose from it!"
For the Black and White chess pieces to enter the Dao meant, in essence, that they had become spirits. But rather than absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, they had been nurtured by historians. In the archives, they had basked in the radiance of Human Thought, becoming something akin to crystals of Incense. Worshiped through the Human Thought of countless people over six hundred years, they had ultimately gained not only selves, but also attained the Divine Path!
"If left alone, would the Evil Ghost have a day like that too?"
As the thought turned over, he also understood why the Incense Essence on the second floor of the inner hall had stayed so obediently in place.
The waters here ran too deep. Those Incense Essence were probably not merely helpless, but trembling with fear.
As he thought, Chen Cuo's gaze returned to the rows of bookshelves.
"I wonder whether these shelves and the books on them are illusions or real."
When he had first reached this floor, Chen Cuo had swept it