Chen Yan settled down to study the stone tablets.
One, two, five, ten...
In the end, the stone tablets piled high beside his bed were almost as tall as a person.
Chen Yan was completely absorbed. After finishing one tablet and setting it down, he reached for the next one, only to find his hand grasped empty air.
He suddenly looked up, realizing that the entire pile he had brought over was already finished!
Chen Yan’s expression grew complex as he stared at the pile of "read" stone tablets, his eyes flickering as he pondered.
·
This pile of read tablets recorded at least five or six different tribes’ "histories."
Similar to the Night Eye Tribe’s records, they were all concerning matters of rather primitive and ancient tribes.
The noble lives and deaths in the tribe, tribal wars, harvests, failures, declines, migrations...
And so on.
And similarly, the records of the Night Eye Tribe all share a common trait:
They are all records of ordinary humans!
There is nothing supernatural!
Within these records, no extraordinary forces were ever seen, nor the Demon Race, Alien Race, mana, or spells...
·
If previously just one Night Eye Tribe’s records had no extraordinary elents, Chen Yan could speculate: Perhaps the Night Eye Tribe was located too remotely, isolated, and cut off from the outside world...
Much like the account in "Peach Blossom Spring" where "they were unaware of the Han, let alone Wei and Jin."
But after reading dozens more stone tablets and viewing records from five or six tribes, all were like this?
Surely, the Night Eye Tribe couldn’t be in one secluded Peach Blossom Spring, and these other five or six tribes in different Peach Blossom Springs?
Then, is it possible these tribes all existed in the sa "Peach Blossom Spring"?
After such a conjecture, Chen Yan imdiately dismissed it.
The geography is different!
Among the tribes he read about, one recorded volcanic eruptions.
Another dealt with large rivers causing floods.
Others thrived in forests.
Judging by another’s records, it existed in a plain.
The geographical environnts were distinct, indicating different locations altogether!
·
Chen Yan jumped down from his bed, carrying the read tablets back to the stone cabinet, placing each back in the order and position he took them.
While doing so, his expression remained calm, his movents unhurried, yet inwardly, his emotions surged.
What era are these "historical records" actually chronicling?
Do they docunt a ti when everyone in the world was human, with no Demon Race, no supernatural races, no exotic beasts, no demonic beasts, no extraordinary powers?
But this question left Chen Yan without answers, perhaps...
He looked at the dozens of rows of stone cabinets, filled with the countless stone tablets and docunt records above...
(He surely couldn’t be expected to read all of this to find the answer, could he?)
Chen Yan couldn’t help shaking his head and sighing.
Though puzzled, it didn’t seem to hold crucial consequences for him.
Nonetheless, idling here without tasks, and with that mad elder appearing quite dented, avoiding interaction with him.
Beyond "reading," there seed little else to do.
So be it, reading it is, idle ti or otherwise.
·
Having decided, Chen Yan didn’t imdiately hurry to fetch more stone tablets but wandered around, finally finding a stone platform with utensils.
He removed the utensils, picked up a stone, examined it, then produced a flying sword, which swiftly and cleanly sliced a book-sized, finger-thick stone fragnt from the platform.
The flying sword was exceedingly sharp, and Chen Yan’s cut was neat and precise.
With the stone fragnt in hand, Chen Yan moved to a spacious area in the room, retrieving various items from his storage equipnt.
A picnic chair, a portable barbecue grill, smokeless charcoal, and various seasonings.
Finally, he took out a piece of lamb leg, and seated on the picnic chair, began slicing strips off the leg with his flying sword, arranging them neatly.
Igniting the barbecue grill, once the stone heated, he placed it onto the fla.
Montarily, when the stone beca blistering hot, Chen Yan used tongs to place a strip of lamb on the stone.
The mont it touched down, a sizzling sound arose, and the searing stone curled the at, releasing rich aromas of lting fat.
Chen Yan took a deep breath, holding the tongs in one hand patiently flipping the at, while in the other fetching a large jug of draft beer, pouring himself a cup and taking several hearty gulps.
"Ah..."
Chen Yan exhaled deeply.
With one strip of at ready from the scorching stone, its color shifting from bright red to pink, then to a faint brown.
Chen Yan picked it up, rolled it in a seasoning bowl, and tossed it into his mouth.
The entrance brought a rich aroma of oils, causing him to contentedly exhale before downing another mouthful of beer.
"Delicious!"
Chen Yan laughed heartily, continuing to grill the at.
With seven or eight lamb strips all grilled, the room filled with a lingering at aroma.
The sll of roasted fats intertwined within the hall, accented by the faint beer scent...
Despite eating heartily, Chen Yan was secretly mindful, his gaze occasionally drifting toward the distant door on the wall.
From the mont he had grilled the first strip, his divine sense felt as though a presence behind that door was secretly observing!
At last!
Bam!
The door swung open!
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