He had a strange look on his face, unconsciously rubbing his hands.
"These things have been passed down through word of mouth. I'm not sure exactly where there might have been distortions along the way. I can only attempt to understand them with a mindset of verification."
"Why weren't they recorded?"
"It is said that those qualified to record these things couldn't use ordinary paper to do so. If you forcefully wrote them down, you would encounter ominous things. If you are at your peak, it might be fine, but if your life is nearing its end, and your Qi and blood are declining, and your Essence, Qi, and Spirit are starting to weaken, you would face terrifying things."
"Terrifying things?"
Zhang Tongxuan thought for a moment, organizing his words: "I'm not sure either, but I walked halfway down that path, and when I realized something was wrong, I withdrew.
In my view, this path leads to the deepest part of one's mind, where you'll encounter your own subconscious."
