The ancestor had left, but the Supreme Clarity Jade Book remained.
Looking at the white jade page before him, Pan Long felt a crushing weight of pressure, as heavy as a mountain.
"This is a Ren Family heirloom, isn't it? You're really letting me study it?" he asked anxiously. "What if I damage it?"
His grandfather had looked a little unsure himself, but he couldn't help laughing when he heard that.
"If you can damage a manuscript written by the Dao Ancestor, that would be quite a feat," he said. "Do you know where the Supreme Clarity Jade Book came from?"
"Please tell me, Grandfather."
"Legend says that after the Dao Ancestor became an immortal, he didn't linger in the mortal world. He went straight to the Kunlun Jade Capital. His disciples were at a loss when ten-thousand-zhang rays of rosy light shone from his study. They rushed over and found light streaming from every manuscript he'd written in his life. It gathered in the air and became a jade book."
"The Supreme Clarity Jade Book?"
"That's right. The disciples fought over it. Quite a few were True Person Grandmasters, and when they struck with all their might, the wind and clouds changed color. By the end of that fierce battle, the Dao Ancestor's home had been razed to the ground. They had even beaten a hollow into the earth that became a lake. Yet apart from being pulled into separate pages, the jade book suffered not the slightest damage."
Pan Long relaxed at last. If True Person Grandmasters couldn't damage it, he certainly couldn't.
He reached out and took the jade page floating before him, then asked, "So... how many pages does the Supreme Clarity Jade Book have?"
"No one knows. Opinions vary," his grandfather said. "Some say eighty-one,