Lin Feng had held the most precious thing in his hands from the very beginning.
He had not deceived Teacher Xun. He had told him everything he had learned from the screen.
Nor had he concealed anything in his drawing of the screen.
It was just that Teacher Xun cared about the completeness of the story. It could yield a wealth of unknown information—the very thing he had abandoned life to pursue.
Knowledge and secrets.
Lin Feng cared about the details. His brain was like a supercomputer, storing every tiny detail in his mind.
For instance, the Black Light had been described as "crashing down," creating that great pit running from top to bottom.
Like a Meteorite.
But that was not what had happened. Lin Feng had visited the place himself.
Without investigation, there was no right to speak.
It did not look as though something "falling from the sky" had created it.
It looked more like a "tunnel" some creature had dug as it crawled downward.
The mentally ill had expansive imaginations.
Lin Feng finally understood what that saying meant. That Black Light, which he had called a natural phenomenon, was alive. Or, by existing in this world, it had acquired some biological characteristics. It had not fallen and smashed out the hole. It had dug it.
More secrets lay hidden in the screen's details. The "Silkworm" had arrived later, and the "Mother of Heaven" had anticipated its arrival. But that was not the most important part. What mattered most was that their hunt for a "Historian" had been planned long in advance.
The screen did not directly explain how they had captured the Historian.
But Lin Feng had uncovered what happened.
There were two details. One was the departure of the Ancestor Lei Tribe. The original tribe had