A buzzing hum emanated from the artificial jade seal. The strange vibrations coming through his hand brought an "I knew it" look to Chen Jue's face.
Just as the golden plasma energy seeped into the grooves written in Bird-Worm Seal Script, a sequence of scenes from over two thousand years ago appeared before Chen Jue through mental projection.
In the passing images, he saw a majestic mountain, its paths lined with soldiers, officials, and Confucian scholars. An earthen altar had been built at the summit, with firewood burning atop it. Amid the towering smoke and flames, a middle-aged man in black dragon robes held a jade seal and ascended the altar step by step under everyone's gaze, solemnly addressing the sky: "Let the wording make no mention of the First Emperor... as for the distant future, should my descendants perform these rites, let them make no claim of accomplished merit..."
The sudden images left Liu Chengdong, who stood beside him, staring in astonishment.
No one could have imagined that those eight characters in Bird-Worm Seal Script from over two thousand years ago actually held recorded images, much like a CD or video disc.
Watching the stern-faced middle-aged man in the images, Chen Jue exclaimed, "The information recorded in here is actually footage of the First Emperor performing the Fengshan rites on Mount Tai?"
Just as Chen Jue marveled at the astonishing secret within the Imperial Heirloom Seal, the billowing smoke and flames in the images intertwined into a tall, four-sided stele with an extremely indistinct outline.
At the sight of the four-sided stele appearing without warning, Chen Jue's pupils abruptly contracted. "What kind of ability is this? Creating something out of nothing? Interference with matter and energy?"
It was hardly surprising that Chen Jue was so shocked, for the smoke