Three days later.
In the dim underground palace, a single blue lamp illuminated one corner.
Ji Xun was still bent over the materials in his hands, muttering from time to time. "In Taren Script, '' represents space, '' represents mechanisms, '' represents secret passages, '' represents cursed seals, and '' is a corridor or perhaps a misleading passage. This '' seems to point to some kind of noble, supreme existence?"
He was not merely reading the materials; he had also taken detailed notes.
Over the past two days, he had firmly memorized all one hundred thousand-plus characters in the stack of documents.
But after removing the repeated ones, there were fewer than a thousand distinct characters, and only a few hundred were commonly used.
Whether pictographs or alphabetic writing, a single symbol represented a particular meaning. As long as a symbol appeared repeatedly, its rough meaning could gradually be deciphered by analyzing its context.
The higher its frequency of appearance, the greater the odds of deciphering it.
Every writing system worked this way.
What Ji Xun had memorized in Space 407 gave him the most direct help.
After asking Sister Chu Jiu, he found that she still remembered some as well.
With their knowledge complementing each other, they could directly translate many sentences.
For three whole days, aside from meditating to rest, Ji Xun had been translating the Taren Script in the documents.
It had to be said that exceptionally high comprehension paired with a photographic memory truly was the perfect combination for learning languages. Along with his focused temperament, his efficiency at translating ancient texts was a hundred times that of ordinary people.
Although he had deciphered only a limited amount, and it was not necessarily entirely accurate, he had already grasped the approximate meanings of over a hundred