Qin Tian picked it up from the dirt. The once-sacred Immortal Gold now resembled a scrap of rotten copper, paper-thin and mottled with green rust. Tiny characters covered it densely, flowing with a mysterious aura, like traces of the Dao.
"Hmm, writing I can't read. It should indeed be writing from the Primordial Era," Qin Tian said with certainty. "A treasure forged from immortal tear green gold, paired with these unreadable characters-barring any surprises, this should be the Taiyang True Scripture that appeared in the original story."
"It's just... I can't read it!" Qin Tian rubbed his head in frustration. "I have absolutely no idea what it says."
"Couldn't they describe the scripture through true intent? How simple and direct would that be!"
Qin Tian exhaled a turbid breath. "Now I have to go learn the writing of the Primordial Myriad Races."
"This Daoist fucking hates learning foreign languages!" Qin Tian muttered.
"I've got it!" Suddenly, Qin Tian clapped his hands, his eyes lighting up. "I'm the lord of a small underworld who carries eighty or a hundred old grandpas around with me!"
"I can't read it, but surely those learned extras can?" Qin Tian took out the Human Emperor Banner and released the extras from the Four Great Forces.
During the battle, Qin Tian had personally heard this group of extras singing his praises. Though he had shown no reaction outwardly, he had actually rather enjoyed it.
No matter how powerful a performance Qin Tian put on, he still needed people who understood it.
Otherwise, he could hardly show off before a crowd who found him impressive without knowing why.
It was just like the luxury advertisements aired on television back on Earth. Those things were not recommendations for poor people to buy their products, but a way to