The black-covered book emitted a faint golden glow, hovering quietly in the center of the top-floor room.
Judging by the special effects alone, this book is no ordinary book.
"Ah! It's Chronicle of Time!"
Zi Yue suddenly exclaimed from behind.
Qin Ze turned around and glanced at her.
You know about this?
Zi Yue pointed to the book cover. "Isn't this supposed to be Chronicle of Time? Don't tell me you don't recognize the Spirit Language."
Qin Ze rolled his eyes.
I'm speechless.
Qin Ze did not rush forward.
With such a book displayed so openly in public, there's no guarantee there aren't some hidden traps.
With Zi Yue present, he couldn't send out a clone to test the waters.
After thinking for a moment, Qin Ze used his Azure Dragon Meditation to condense Little Azure Dragon, which circled around the top floor, but did not trigger any mechanisms.
"Quite cautious," Zi Yue remarked. "But what if there's a trap that only a non-spiritual being can trigger?"
Qin Ze nodded. "You're right."
Seeing Qin Ze looking at her, Zi Yue had a bad feeling.
"Get out of the way!"
She gave a soft hum, squeezed past Qin Ze, and opened her right palm.
Green tree-like figures, each about the size of a little finger, leaped about on the surface, like dancing little elves.
The tree-people jumped to the ground one after another, walked around the room to make sure there were no traps or mechanisms in any corner, and then returned to the palm of the Zi Yue.
"It's alright now."
Qin Ze clicked his tongue in amazement. "It seems you're not entirely useless after all."
Zi Yue said smugly, "Of course, I am..."
He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.
Qin Ze smiled and asked, "What are you? Why are you stopping now?"
Zi Yue scoffed, "You wouldn't understand even if I explained, so I'm not going to waste my breath on you."
Qin Ze shrugged. "How do you know I don't understand if you don't tell me?"
Zi Yue didn't want to continue the conversation and quickly said, "Go and see what's written in that book."
"Many valuable items were left behind from the Ancient Battlefield."
"What if this book is a divine artifact left behind by some god? We'd be rich!"
As she spoke, Zi Yue skipped forward and held the Chronicle of Time in her arms.
"Huh? Why can't I open it?"
The girl used every ounce of her strength, but the thin book cover remained completely still.
I'll give it a try.
Qin Ze received the weighty Chronicle of Time from Zi Yue.
My hand gently brushed across the cover.
The Desolate God Bloodline suddenly developed a subtle connection with it.
Just like with Abyss Puppet before.
Qin Ze was taken aback.
This book...
It seems to be related to the Desolate God).
He gripped the book cover; there was indeed a force preventing him from opening it.
Qin Ze gently shook his wrist, and his sleeve slid down to cover half of his hand.
Crimson Divine Markings spread from his wrist, instantly covering his palm.
At the same time, the resistance disappeared, and Qin Ze easily flipped it over.
Zi Yue, standing to the side, widened her beautiful eyes in disbelief.
How did you do that?
Qin Ze gently closed his mouth, then gently flipped it over.
"Let's do it like this for now, and then like this."
Zi Yue didn't believe in superstition.
After she asked Qin Ze to close the book, she tried to open it again.
The result was the same as before; the whole book seemed to be one piece, and she still couldn't even open the cover.
Zi Yue was completely deflated. "Forget it, I guess I'm just not meant to have it. Quick, let's see what's written on it."
Qin Ze nodded and opened the homepage.
The contents inside are handwritten Spirit Language, the handwriting neat and tidy, indicating that the owner of this book was a respectable person in life.
[12,000th year of the Divine Calendar]
[I did it! I did it!]
[What can a mere Star Gate do to me?]
[ The Land of the Gods is so beautiful! Even the air smells sweet!]
Let me take a good look around and see the goddess ladies!
Qin Ze's heart skipped a beat.
This is the diary of a certain god.
At that time, the Star Gate still existed, and he had only recently become a god through Star Gate.
"What kind of messy tadpole script is this?"
I thought it was some kind of treasure.
Zi Yue suddenly spoke with a look of disappointment on her face.
Qin Ze asked in confusion, "You can't understand what's on this?"
Strange, it was clearly written in Spirit Language.
Even someone with only a beginner level in Spirit Language learning system) could understand it.
Zi Yue replied matter-of-factly, "Nonsense! Only ghosts can recognize these kinds of scribbles."
Qin Ze frowned slightly.
He checked again; it was indeed Spirit Language.
However, there seems to be a kind of rule-like force above that can confuse people.
"But why am I able to understand it?"
Qin Ze muttered to himself.
He was not influenced by the power of books.
"I don't understand it either."
I thought you, my good student, knew more than I did.
Upon hearing this, Zi Yue blushed.
"Oh dear, everyone has their own area of expertise. My knowledge of language is just so-so."
Qin Ze shook his head and continued scrolling down.
"Look behind; it might not all be scribbling."
When Qin Ze turned to the next page, he clearly felt a resistance coming from the pages.
[12,000th year of the Divine Calendar]
[Now that I've become a god, I must have an awesome title.]
[Let me think... I've got it!]
[ Desolate God, from now on I am the God of the Eight Desolations!]
I will build a square tower as my dwelling place in the Land of the Gods, for all people to worship.
A storm raged in Qin Ze's heart.
No wonder.
This is the diary of the Desolate God!
Now that I've become a god, those old skills are useless.
I buried them all under the square tower as a way of mourning my lost youth.
[Of course, if anyone finds it, consider it a gift from me; it would be a matter of fate.]
Qin Ze's hands trembled with excitement as he held the book.
The treasure of the Desolate God.
Although these items were from his mortal days, they must contain many treasures, as they helped him become a god.
As for the square tower mentioned in the diary, it is, unsurprisingly, the very tower we are standing on right now.
Why are you shaking?
Zi Yue asked in confusion.
Qin Ze let out a long sigh of relief, calming his excited emotions.
It's a bit cold.
Zi Yue said disdainfully, "How did you manage to be both strong and weak?"
Qin Ze gave her a strange feeling.
His mental strength is ridiculously strong, but he's afraid of heights and cold.
She found it hard to imagine that someone who was afraid of this and that would venture into the Abyss alone.
That's a bit too reckless.
Qin Ze continued looking behind him.
What follows are all the daily trivialities of the Desolate God.
Moreover, Qin Ze discovered that the further he flipped, the greater the resistance became.
[ The Land of the Gods is vast, teeming with life, where all things flourish.]
[ Bull Head can become a god? I'm blown away!]
Life is so boring, I suddenly realize I've lost my purpose in life... no, I've lost the goal of my life.
[Haha! Becoming a god is so much fun! I can go to any world and they'll all worship me!]
[ The Land of the Gods was originally connected to Myriad Races, each civilization's world floating like a soap bubble.]
[I encountered the Goddess of Life, one of the five ancient gods, today. Goddess of Life legs are so white!]
The more Qin Ze looked at it, the more outrageous it seemed.
Even after becoming gods, the Desolate God) couldn't escape their "low-level interests."
The pages grew heavier and heavier, and Qin Ze used all his strength to finally turn a page.