Princess Against the World

Reading a book is the best way to pass the time.

As for what book to read, it all depends on how much she previews it.

"She has lived for such a long time, what kind of books has she not read? There seems to be nothing wrong with reading some medical books, right?"

Feng Chenglin shook his head: "No, no, I can't even understand the book she read... It's like a non-existent text. I wonder if it's a book from her world? If that's the case , then it was really not just the Wrath of Thunder that entered the God Clan..."

When he said this, it aroused Ling Luoyu's curiosity.

"Writing that doesn't exist? Could it be the writing of an ancient clan?"

After looking around, she quietly escaped to Changyang Zhenren's tent, threw the book into the chaotic world, let Xianwu seize the time to draw a picture, and then put the book back to its original place.

As Feng Chenglin said, this is a completely unfamiliar text.

Even nothingness was seen for the first time.

"The books and texts I have collected here are from more than one time and space, but this is really the first time I have seen this kind of text..."

This is a completely unfamiliar text, and it must come from a world that even the ancestors of Chaos have not set foot in.

"If you don't even know, then you can only ask Shadow!"

Maybe it was the writing of the world before them.

Feng Chenglin looked at the other people's camps: "Why don't you ask them? These people are all disciples of Changyang Master, and they all have a close relationship with her. If they don't keep it together, they will know!"

"That's not appropriate, that will alert the enemy!"

These people are the last resort.

For now, Shadows are believable to them.

Glancing at the sky, she walked towards the black tower.

Regarding her sudden visit, Shadow was a little surprised: "Have you found out about me?"

"Your matter is still under investigation, but I discovered this..."

She handed the traced piece of paper over and stared into his eyes.

"Do you know what this is?"

Shadow frowned and shook his head thoughtfully: "What is this? Where did you get it?"

"Zhenren Changyang kept it by his side!"

"Hers?" Shadow paused, looked at it carefully again, and shook his head: "This is really the first time I have seen... The words used by the Gods now evolved from our world, so no matter how they change, they will not change. Nothing changes without its origin, and there will always be a shadow of the previous text, but this text... let alone a shadow, it is not even the most basic stroke order!"

Ling Luoyu frowned: "In other words, Master Changyang is reading a completely incomprehensible... heavenly book?"

"Book of Heaven?" Shadow's expression changed slightly, as if he had thought of something.

However, at this time, Ling Luoyu was focused on the rubbings and did not notice the change in Shadow's expression at all.

"Since such a book can be bound into a book, it means...it means that it not only exists, but also exists in a certain climate and a certain system. Otherwise, it is definitely not qualified to be written into a book!"

Without a certain accumulation of words and a certain cultural heritage, no words are enough to form a book.

Being able to write a book shows that there is such power behind it!

And since there is such power, how can it be silent and no news in history?

so--

"Perhaps, this is a small race, a small minority that is not known to us. They have their own system, their own world structure, their own writing, and their own cultural inheritance..."