There was too much text.
Chen Siyao crouched in the far-right corner of the South Wall and read through the account of the war's end from beginning to end.
It was written vertically in archaic literary language, with gaps so narrow the characters almost crowded into one another.
She stood and took two steps back.
The South Wall spanned an entire side of the Main Hall, its murals and text layered with untold amounts of information.
In some places, the markings even covered earlier drafts, making it impossible to tell which layer had been carved first.
"Aunt-Master, this much material..." Qin Xiaoyu had been studying it beside her for a while, too. She looked up.
"It's more than the few of us can tackle," Chen Siyao said.
And it wasn't just the South Wall. Taken together, the East Wall, West Wall, and North Wall held enough information to keep a research team busy for three years.
What was more, these ancient texts contained countless obscure usages. She had never even seen more than half the specialized terms, let alone been able to guess their meanings.
Ye Chendong went over to study the North Wall, then returned. "The North Wall is even more complicated. I can't tell whether some of those diagrams are formations or maps."
Comments kept flooding the livestream.
"Who won this war?"
"How did it end?"
"Where are the Thirty-Three Heavens?"
"Did the disappearance of the entire cultivation civilization of the Primordial Era have something to do with this war?"
There were too many questions. Chen Siyao glanced at the comments and couldn't answer a single one.
She barely knew more than the viewers did. The murals contained far more information than she could process.
She adjusted the Recording Crystal's angle to capture a panoramic view of the