An endless stream of memories was drawn from the mind of the man before him. Lin Feng's expression grew solemn as he sensed the unease in the man's heart.
The man was right. He had indeed been presented to Lin Feng as a gift.
The gift Xun Yanyu had left Lin Feng was the memories of this man called "Bird."
He also understood what the game intended.
He needed to Anchor a piece of Historian.
A piece of Historian that absolutely had to end successfully. Last time, he had anchored the final Historian of Ascension Stockade, deep in the mountains of Western Hunan. Suppressed at an immense cost in manpower and resources, Ascension Stockade had met its end beneath his gaze.
It had become an established fact.
This time, the game probably wanted him to Anchor the final Historian of Heaven-Bearing Temple.
To consign Heaven-Bearing Temple to the dust of Historian.
Another "final verdict."
Teacher Xun had left him a generous gift, and it still concerned Heaven-Bearing Temple—in other words, Western Xia.
Xun Yanyu, the Xie Family, and this mysterious "Bird" had all been searching for "Heaven-Bearing Temple."
The Mongol Yuan dynasty had destroyed the Western Xia dynasty, utterly and thoroughly. Although Western Xia had revered the Three Teachings, it, too, had vanished beneath the yellow sands in the face of invading armies.
After the battle on the frozen Yellow River, craftsmen had been taken away, books burned, and vast numbers of people absorbed into the Mongol dynasty of the time.
For a long stretch of time, the Historian of Western Xia had been hazy and elusive.
Western Xia had certainly existed, but much of its written record had disappeared into the dust of Historian.
Later, a group of adventurers had entered the Northwest and brought out some of the