Upon hearing this, Fu Wansheng quickly bowed again. "Please wait a moment, my lord." After saying this, he turned and walked towards the deepest part of the inner hall. His steps were quick, but his expression was extremely solemn. He passed through several stone doors and finally arrived at an extremely hidden underground chamber. The entire chamber was only a few feet in size - it was empty all around, with only an ancient stone platform in the center.
On the stone platform, a book lay quietly. The book emitted no light, no Daoist aura, and Does Not Exist even a fluctuation of Fate Soul. It simply lay there peacefully. Yet, when Fu Wansheng stood before the stone platform, his face revealed an almost reverent awe. He slowly knelt down and kowtowed three times to the ancient book before finally picking it up with both hands.
A moment later, Fu Wansheng returned to the main hall, holding the ancient book in both hands, and came before Qin Yu. "My lord." "This is the Wordless Heavenly Book that my Duckweed Clan has worshipped for generations." Qin Yu slowly raised his head, and his gaze fell on the book. For a moment, even he was slightly stunned because the book was extremely peculiar. The entire ancient book was about half a foot thick, and the pages were not paper.
It was neither jade nor gold or iron; its surface had an extremely ancient grayish-white hue, and the cover was covered with countless fine lines, which resembled tree roots or blood vessels, intertwining and spreading to cover the entire ancient book. Deep within each line, there was a faint silver luster, as if an ancient life had been dormant for countless years.
Along the spine, seven ancient lines of different colors grow: red, blue, gold, gray, black, purple, and white. These seven lines intertwine and extend into the entire interior of the ancient book. Most strangely, the entire book has no name, no words, no markings, and not even a trace of being opened. It's as if no one has ever truly opened it since the beginning of time.
Qin Yu reached out and slowly took the Wordless Heavenly Book. The moment he held it, an extremely ancient aura emanated from his palm. There was no pressure, no power, yet it gave one a heavy feeling of the end of time. Qin Yu slowly turned the first page to blank. The second page was blank. The third page was also blank. There wasn't a single word in the entire ancient book.
There wasn't a single picture, nothing at all. Qin Yu flipped through dozens of pages, but the result remained the same. His brows furrowed gradually. After a moment, he slowly closed the ancient book. "Strange..." "There's nothing there." Fu Wansheng knelt below, his expression respectful. "My lord." "All the patriarchs of my clan have done the same." "No one has ever seen any content."
Qin Yu remained silent for a moment, then waved his hand to put away the Wordless Heavenly Book. "I will keep the book for now. I need to go into seclusion again. Do not disturb me unless it is absolutely necessary." Fu Wansheng quickly bowed his head. "Yes, sir." "Please rest assured, sir. No one from the Duckweed Clan will disturb you." After saying this, he bowed respectfully again.
As he slowly exited the main hall and the doors closed, the entire hall fell silent once more, leaving only Qin Yu alone. Qin Yu sat on the stone chair and took out the Wordless Heavenly Book again. He opened it once more; the first page was blank, the second page was blank, and the third page was still blank. He even slowly probed into it with his divine sense, but still could not sense anything.
The entire ancient book was like an ordinary stone slab, with nothing special about it. Time slowly passed, and Qin Yu tried several methods in succession, but the result was the same. Just then, a blue stream of light flew out from his sea of consciousness, Xiao Yue gently landed on his right shoulder, her two little legs dangling in mid-air and swaying gently. Her pair of big blue eyes blinked.
Then she craned her neck to look at the ancient book. "How strange..." "This is the first time I've ever seen something like this." "There's no fluctuation of Fate Soul." "No trace of cause and effect." "And no aura of origin." "But it somehow feels extraordinary to me." Xiao Yue reached out her small hand and gently poked the pages. The pages didn't budge. There was no change whatsoever.
Xiao Yue wrinkled her nose. "How strange." "What exactly is this thing?" Qin Yu slowly closed the ancient book. His gaze fell on the seven ancient patterns of different colors, his eyes gradually deepening. "No matter what," he said, "There must be something hidden inside." "The Duckweed Clan has guarded it for generations." "The existence of the clan." "And that Myriad Dao Source Root Divine Tree." "There must be a connection between these things."
Xiao Yue nodded seriously. "Yes." "And I always feel..." "This book is waiting for something." Qin Yu's gaze sharpened slightly. "Waiting for what?" Xiao Yue shook her head. "I can't quite put my finger on it." "It's just that feeling." Qin Yu slowly lowered his head and looked at the Wordless Heavenly Book again. At that moment, the entire hall became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
When his gaze fell upon the seven colored lines on the spine of the book, the central grayish-white line flickered extremely faintly, for a mere instant—so fast that even divine sense could hardly detect it. Qin Yu's pupils contracted sharply. Xiao Yue, perched on his shoulder, also sat bolt upright. "Just now..." "Did you see that?"
Qin Yu nodded slowly, his grip on the Wordless Heavenly Book tightening slightly, his gaze sharpening. "It seems..." "It's finally starting to react."
The main hall returned to silence. The Wordless Heavenly Book sat quietly on the table, its pages yellowed and edges curled. To anyone who looked at it, it would appear to be just an ordinary ancient book weathered by the passage of time. Xiao Yue sat on Qin Yu's shoulders, her little feet swinging gently. Her large, sapphire-like eyes scanned the Wordless Heavenly Book back and forth. After a long while, she suddenly blinked.
"How about we try dripping a drop of blood?" Qin Yu nodded slightly upon hearing this. "Hmm." After saying that, he raised his right fingertip and gently drew a line. A small wound appeared. A drop of bright red essence blood slowly condensed out. The drop of essence blood was crystal clear, and the aura of the Fate Soul origin of the Eternal Silence Realm was faintly flowing within it. You could even see extremely fine gray Dao patterns slowly rotating deep within the blood drop.
Qin Yu flicked his finger, and his essence blood slowly dripped down, landing precisely in the center of the first page. The hall fell silent again. Qin Yu gazed intently at the page. Xiao Yue also craned her neck, staring intently. One breath, three breaths, ten breaths, and half an incense stick's time passed, but the Wordless Heavenly Book remained unchanged.
The drop of blood remained quietly on the page, neither absorbed nor seeping in, as if it had simply landed on an ordinary stone slab. Xiao Yue reached out her small hand and gently poked the drop of blood, which even rolled slightly. "Huh?" "Why isn't there any reaction?"
Qin Yu frowned, picking up the pages to examine them closely. He even probed them with his Fate Soul sense, but still found nothing. This Wordless Heavenly Book seemed to completely block all probes. After a long while, Qin Yu slowly put the book down again, his gaze remaining fixed on the blank pages. He muttered to himself, "Strange." "How can I make this book display its contents...?"
As soon as the words fell, Xiao Yue suddenly jumped from his shoulder onto the table, circled the Wordless Heavenly Book, and then her eyes suddenly lit up. "Could it be that it requires their blood essence to open?" Qin Yu's gaze sharpened slightly. The next moment, he directly called out to the outside of the hall, "Someone come here." His voice wasn't loud, but it instantly echoed throughout the entire palace.
Almost as soon as the voice faded, the palace doors were gently pushed open, Fu Wansheng strode in, his back still bent, his expression extremely respectful. He bowed deeply upon entering the hall. "My lord." "What are your orders?" Qin Yu didn't waste any words. He said directly, "Give me a drop of your essence blood."
Fu Wansheng was visibly taken aback, but his face showed no hesitation. Without even asking for a reason, he immediately nodded respectfully. "Yes." After saying that, he raised his right hand. His fingertips traced a drop of pale blue essence blood, which slowly condensed. Unlike Qin Yu's essence blood, this drop of blood carried an elusive aura.
Like blades of grass in the wind, or duckweed floating on the water, a very special fluctuation of Fate Soul essence flowed within it, causing Qin Yu's heart to stir slightly. He then slowly unfolded the first page of the Wordless Heavenly Book again. The blank page lay flat on the table, without words or pictures, just as before.
"Drip it on," Qin Yu said calmly. "Yes, sir," Fu Wansheng replied respectfully. He then carefully placed the drop of blood onto the center of the page with both hands. The moment the blood touched the page, a sudden change occurred. Boom—the entire hall shook violently! The teacups on the table jumped simultaneously.
Ancient patterns appeared on the ground, Fu Wansheng's drop of blood essence directly merged into the pages of the book! It left no trace! As if that drop of blood was originally part of the book. The next moment, a gray-white beam of light suddenly erupted from the center of the first page of the Wordless Heavenly Book! The beam shot straight up to the dome!