Jiang Man fell silent for a moment as he read the heavenly book's text.
This was the first time he had seen so few words, without even a mention of anything being beneath notice.
It left him rather worried.
The fewer the words, the bigger the matter.
A sign of something good, the calm before danger.
Especially since the heavenly book had given no related warning at all.
Jiang Man looked up at Old Yellow Ox. "Old Huang, do you want to open it yourself and take a look?"
Old Huang glanced at Jiang Man and went on grazing.
Jiang Man felt rather helpless. It seemed he would have to rely on himself.
So far, there appeared to be no danger.
And there were no restrictions on opening it whatsoever.
It was just like an ordinary box.
Jiang Man took a deep breath, quite nervous.
Had he not known how ancient the box was, it would have been nothing.
Now that even the Heavenly Mirror of a Hundred Books had said so, he felt increasingly certain that its contents were extraordinary.
He rested his hand on the box, then gently opened it.
Click!
There was no resistance at all.
It opened smoothly.
Then its contents came into Jiang Man's view.
A somewhat transparent die.
It seemed to have six sides.
But it was no ordinary die. Stars moved within it, and its six outer faces bore all manner of incomprehensible runes.
Yet it gave off no aura at all.
And still, it left one certain that it was no ordinary object.
Jiang Man turned toward Old Huang, only to find him staring at the die in a daze.
His eyes held a light Jiang Man could not understand, but it soon vanished.
Old Yellow Ox withdrew his gaze and looked