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Elder Tong gently caressed the cover of the book and began to recount the origins of his memoirs. He had nearly fallen into darkness years ago when he made a friend from the Buddha Cultivation sect. Listening to him recite scriptures brought some peace to his heart. Later, he tried to imitate his friend’s recitations, but unfortunately, the texts were obscure and difficult to understand. As he struggled through them, he grew sleepy, and after falling asleep, he was plagued by nightmares, making matters worse.
His attentive friend, aware of Elder Tong's troubled past and seeing that he could not sit still, suggested that perhaps writing about his experiences could help him analyze himself and resolve his psychological issues. It was a method I scoffed at.
I personally thought it would be ineffective, but the Inner Demon was relentless. Having tried every method available, I reluctantly picked up my pen when my friend suggested it again.
Miraculously, just by writing about my past, I learned to reconcile with my Inner Demon. After that, writing became a habit for me. Once I finished recounting my own story, I began to write about others. As my memories began to fade and even casting spells became less fluid, I took up my pen again to record every deity and every spell.
As I wrote, this cave was nearly filled to capacity with my writings. Elder Tong's expression was one of satisfaction and a hint of leisure. "Little girl," he said, "it's rare that we have this connection. After I pass away, I will gift these to you."
What? Such a huge windfall left her momentarily stunned. Would the stories of others include secrets of the Upper Realm and the Gods? Elder Tong was quite generous with his own secrets when writing about himself.
And then there were the Divine Techniques from the Upper Realm. What a treasure trove!
Elder Tong was being far too casual about this; they had only known each other for a day. Could it be a sugar-coated bomb?
I wanted it so badly; perhaps I could keep the sugar coating. As for the bomb... could I throw it back? After all, it belonged to an Upper Realm Deity.
Then I recalled Elder Tong's regard for Misha; surely he wouldn't want to trade Misha for this. It would be better to let that thought go.
Always speaking of death felt ominous; yet there is no absolute despair in this world—perhaps there is still hope. Elder Tong should not be so pessimistic.
You cherish these books as treasures; how could I take away what you hold dear?
Let’s just leave it for another time.
Elder Tong did not persuade her further, as if the previous remark was merely a casual comment that could be easily retracted.
Sang Qingxiao felt a pang of sympathy.
Noticing her staring blankly at the book in her hands, Elder Tong asked, "Is there something you don't understand? I'm feeling quite energetic today and can explain a few things to you."
Oh, there were plenty of things she didn't understand.
Sang Qingxiao hurriedly masked her earlier thoughts and turned a page, focusing intently on the text. The entire piece was like a celestial script, the characters dancing restlessly on the page as her gaze swept across them.
Uh, it wasn't like she had eaten any poisonous mushrooms.
Sang Qingxiao rubbed her eyes, and Elder Tong chuckled at her reaction. "You have quite the talent; your response is just like mine when I first encountered this divine text. You need to use your mind to perceive it and add some control. Come, let me teach you."
Sang Qingxiao diligently learned all day long. This old man was genuinely teaching her, and he became increasingly excited by her rapid progress. If it weren't for Qi Xiaomian calling for her from outside, Sang Qingxiao had no doubt that Elder Tong would have wanted to pull an all-nighter, attempting to cram all his knowledge into her head at once.
Seeing Qi Xiaomian trying to come inside, Elder Tong finally stopped, saying with lingering enthusiasm, "We'll continue tomorrow."
As she was leaving, he sighed again, "What a pity; you lack divine essence. Even if you master these teachings, you can only unleash one or two tenths of their power."
"One or two tenths is enough."
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