The foot-long azure scroll looked as though it had been woven from gold.
It felt soft in his hands. With a single outpouring of Divine Powers and magic power from Jiang Yang, the once-stubborn golden scroll abruptly opened.
Golden in substance and azure in script, the long scroll unfurled in the breeze, faint images of towering forest trees drifting over it. One glance was enough to tell that it was no ordinary object.
Jiang Yang's expression turned solemn. He could feel a peculiar attraction emanating from the scroll, enough for him to sense its extraordinary nature even before reading it closely.
He composed himself, paying no mind to what spiritual silk it had been woven from. All he saw were densely packed characters of mystic script, shifting and swimming like tadpoles, yet when he focused his gaze, they posed no impediment at all.
The golden characters on the scroll lit up in sequence, and soon Jiang Yang could no longer tear his eyes away.
"Understanding Words Before the Chun Tree".
I once heard an ancient Immortal Lord say: in antiquity, there was a Great Chun that endured tribulations for ten thousand years, taking eight thousand years as its spring and eight thousand years as its autumn. It swallowed the spiritual energy of the eight wildernesses and breathed out the pure radiance of the six directions, finally attaining the form of Divine Wood. Yet its Dao lay not in propping up the heavens or piercing the sun; it wished only to bear witness to eternity within an instant, amid the withering and flourishing of each passing year.
The question was asked: did this tree earn the name of Divine Wood because it was endowed with longevity at birth? Or was it only after living for countless millions of years that it