novelraw Chapter 1109 - 30: [The World of Mortals?] (Part 3)
Chapter 1109 - 30: [The World of Mortals?] (Part 3)
But after each character, a corresponding meaning is immediately written—the text that Chen Yan can understand from the Domain Realm, which is almost like the text of Dragon Country.
At first, each character was explained one by one.
After flipping through dozens of pages, there were also explanations for words composed of different Ghost Talismans.
"Alright then..."
Chen Yan squeezed the booklet in his hand and looked up at the rows of stone cabinets, smiling bitterly and shaking his head.
Have I not read so seriously since leaving school?
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Chen Yan first took out a stone slab placed at the very front on a stone cabinet beside him, then opened the handwritten dictionary of Jiao Dragon Skin to find the corresponding Ghost Talismans script, and then looked at the explanation...
However, he gave up on this method in less than two minutes.
The old man’s handwritten dictionary was missing one crucial thing: a retrieval system!
Without a retrieval method based on radicals, without a retrieval method based on pinyin, it means every time he looks up an unfamiliar character, he must start flipping the booklet from the first page, searching page by page.
This way is too inefficient.
Chen Yan immediately abandoned this foolish way of comparative reading.
He began to focus on the booklet of Jiao Dragon Skin!
He wanted to memorize this "comparative dictionary" first!
Fortunately, being a cultivator, especially a Third Realm Cultivator, his Divine Sense was already quite strong.
A cultivator’s Divine Sense, of course, doesn’t simply refer to spiritual power, but spiritual power is included within it.
A cultivator with strong Divine Sense almost equals to having a "photographic memory" in the eyes of ordinary people.
Chen Yan spent an entire night flipping through this "comparative dictionary" and memorized it.
When dawn broke, he wasn’t in a hurry to immediately read the stone slabs, but prepared himself a breakfast first.
He took out a self-heating pot, made himself a bowl of rice noodles, and even cracked two eggs into it.
Perhaps sensing something, Chen Yan felt as he was slurping the noodles, that there seemed to be a gaze spying on him from behind that door panel.
Chen Yan pretended not to notice, slurping loudly and deliberately making a big racket.
Craving, are you?
Craving, that’s right!
Chen Yan reflected that he had read many novels and legends.
Stories where the protagonist encounters a reclusive master with an eccentric personality, creates some peculiar food, piques the master’s curiosity, draws them in, thereby breaking the ice.
Chen Yan had read many such stories.
Anyway, trying it doesn’t cost anything.
Unfortunately, after finishing the bowl of rice noodles, Chen Yan wiped his mouth, but that door remained closed.
The eccentric old man didn’t show himself.
...Alright then! Chen Yan wasn’t too disappointed.
After all, it just started, and it was merely a bowl of rice noodles.
After breakfast, with his stomach full of warm food, Chen Yan stretched lazily.
He then moved another stack of stone slabs, placing them all next to his bed.
Then Chen Yan climbed onto the bed, leaned against the windowsill, picked up a stone slab, and began reading slowly.
The characters carved on the first slab were extremely tedious.
This was a "record".
The slab described matters concerning a tribe named "Night Eye Tribe".
The recorded matters were also very dull.
For instance: one early morning, a Night Eye Tribe priest walked by the stream, watching the rising sun, uttering sentiments, and praying for the long life of the wise chief of the tribe.
For example: on a certain year on a certain day, the tribe’s chief had a newborn son, prompting the whole tribe to celebrate, slaughtering several livestock and drinking a few jars of wine.
Another instance: once, a warrior in the tribe engaged in battle, killed his opponent, and received rewards from the chief, who then ordered the recording of the warrior’s name as an honor.
Just... really dull little matters!
Chen Yan read three slabs in one go, and because he took the slabs sequentially, the three slabs all documented the affairs of this tribe called "Night Eye Tribe".
The recorder should be the priest of the Night Eye Tribe.
After reading three slabs, Chen Yan noticed a change in the tone of the recorder—the recorder had been replaced, a new person took over!
It’s likely the previous priest was deceased, so with a new priest, the recorder naturally also changed to a newcomer.
At this moment, Chen Yan suddenly realized a fact.
The recorded contents, to him, were just a few stone slabs with a few dull little things.
However, to this "Night Eye Tribe", perhaps these few stone slabs were already a long period in their lives, possibly spanning ten years, or even decades.
As expected, upon reaching the fourth slab, the contents recorded: the chief fell ill and passed away, the tribe mourned the loss of this wise leader, and the chief’s brave eldest son inherited the position.
But the next entry reads:
The new chief enjoyed flaunting his military prowess and liked to spar, but was injured during a duel and died of his injuries. Hence, his younger brother took over as chief.
The following entry: the new chief liked drinking and killing, having insulted his samurai while drunk, was violently killed by the samurai in outrage. The tribe then elected an elder as the new chief.
Fifth slab: Night Eye Tribe weakened, heavily struck by a beast horde, unable to continue residing in this dangerous area, decided to migrate to a safer location.
Under the leadership of the chief, the remaining members of the Night Vision Tribe journeyed for several months, arriving at a land rich in water and grass, where they thrived.
The records of Night Eye Tribe concluded on the eighth slab.
The contents of the eighth slab showed Night Eye Tribe discovering a strange tribe migrating nearby, ensuing into warfare, the chief commanded the priest to divine, then led the warriors to repel the newcomer tribe.
And then... the records ceased.
The ninth slab contained no records of the Night Eye Tribe.
Chen Yan placed the slab down, surprisingly feeling a faint sense of melancholy.
This "Night Eye Tribe", according to the recorded contents and Chen Yan’s speculation, was likely...
defeated and annihilated during that war.
Which is why the records abruptly stopped.
Eight slabs recorded the rise and fall of this tribe called Night Eye Tribe over several generations.
They had wise chiefs leading them to prosperity. Had successors who couldn’t live up to the name, causing the tribe to decline. Had wise men who led the tribe to flourish, found better habitats, allowing the tribe to strengthen, thriving over several generations.
Also faced formidable foes in the end, failing in the competition, marching towards extinction...
Eight slabs, according to Chen Yan’s rough estimation, likely represented over a century, at least six generations’ worth of history.
In the end, all distilled into these small eight slabs.
Yet...
Chen Yan suddenly furrowed his eyebrows.
While reading, he gradually developed a peculiar sense, but couldn’t figure out where this peculiarity originated during reading.
Now with time to reflect, suddenly he realized the source of this peculiarity!
Whether it’s tribes, chiefs, samurais, hunting beasts, migration...
All these seemingly have no issues!
As if a completely ordinary ancient, even primitive tribe’s history from far antiquity.
But, placing it within the Domain Realm, raises questions!
This was a group of mortals!
Complete and utter mortals!
Chiefs would die of illness!
Combat injuries would lead to death!
Beast hunting could lead to death!
The tribe’s prowess relied on the strength of warriors.
They would pray, would migrate...
Everything, everything, proved one thing: this Night Eye Tribe was a group of mortals.
A world without cultivation, without spells, without Cultivation Technique, without cultivators, without anything magical or mystical—just a mortal world, a mortal history!
The issue is... this is the Domain Realm!
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