Fang Qianyuan slowly unfolded the silk manuscript, revealing rows of mysterious Dao Pattern markings that resembled tadpoles and bird tracks, as though they contained the supreme truths of the great Dao of this world.
Anyone else might not even have been able to read it, and even if they could, they would have struggled to deduce its origins.
But Fang Qianyuan had studied Reverse Time Transformation, personally consulting ancient texts and painstakingly learning this script. At a glance, he could tell that it was connected to Reverse Time Transformation.
That connection did not mean its contents concerned Reverse Time Transformation. Rather, there were recognizable traces in its writing style, its conception of the Dao Path... even its wording, sentence structure, grammatical habits, and tonal rhythms.
What particularly caught Fang Qianyuan's attention was that it seemed to record a profound Space Dao cultivation art no less advanced than Reverse Time Transformation, yet it was far less complete than the Reverse Time Transformation he practiced.
"It keeps feeling awkward. The meaning seems to shift between passages."
Fang Qianyuan stared at one sentence and pondered it for a long time. Suddenly, something stirred in his mind. It must be because ancient and modern writing have been mixed together!
Could part of this bird script have been written by an ancient cultivator, then cut out and pieced together by someone else to produce a new meaning?
Having practiced Reverse Time Transformation and studied authentic ancient methods, Fang Qianyuan could naturally recognize the differences.
It was like taking an old painting and a new one, then splicing them together with exquisite skill to create another painting. Ordinary people would see only a new painting, but an expert appraiser would find the brushwork and styles entirely different, and naturally feel that something was off.
Clearly, whoever