This was a mountain of white jade, dazzlingly brilliant, its surface densely engraved with no fewer than a million characters.
"The summit has been sheared flat. What happened?" Yue Chan asked curiously.
By now, the entire mountain had grown immensely large, as towering as an ordinary mountain peak, crystalline and radiant.
"This jade mountain was left behind by the previous era. Its only purpose is to help people comprehend ancient characters. It is said that before the summit was sheared off, the hundred and eight most precious ancient characters were there," the Second Elder explained.
According to legend, those hundred and eight ancient characters were the condensed true essence of the Great Dao. Mastering even one granted the power to shake heaven and earth.
Unfortunately, all of them had been lost. Later generations could hardly hope to see them, nor did anyone know how they had vanished. After all, it had happened during Immortal Ancient times, too far back to trace.
Even the Immortal Academy, which had excavated ruin after ruin, could uncover nothing. It left people wringing their hands and sighing in bitter regret.
For those hundred and eight ancient characters were more than divine abilities with powers beyond the fathoming of ghosts and gods; they were the accumulated legacy of a civilization.
"Elder, I think the ancient sages did this deliberately," Lin Fan said thoughtfully.
"Oh?" A spark of interest stirred in Zi Ying.
"The previous era lost. If we follow their old path, even if we learn those hundred and eight ancient characters, we will only repeat their mistakes."
"So the ancient sages must have considered this. They left only the million characters as a foundation, hoping later generations would condense their own hundred and eight characters, or even innovate and go a step further."
Lin Fan