Under normal circumstances, no one would have thought of it as a book—it was a dull yellow scale, about the size of an adult's fist, with a glassy sheen.

But it is such a scale, and the first impression is that it is a book, so that it covers its original concept.

The concept of a book is a record. Qianzhou was curious about what this scale recorded to cause such a phenomenon.

Attaching the dragon scale cloak to his hand, Qianzhou stretched out two fingers and carefully clamped the scales.

Contrary to expectations, this small scale was quite heavy, and it could not be picked up by the strength of two fingers alone. But there are no hidden dangers on the scales.

Picking up the scales with both hands, Qianzhou carefully weighed them. The size of a fist alone weighs nearly a hundred catties, and it is hard to imagine what kind of creature such a scale comes from.

Qianzhou rubbed his hand for a while, carefully pouring essentia into it.

It is like a strong dam opening a gap, and it is like a skyscraper mountain suddenly collapsing, and the information recorded in the scales is like a mighty rolling torrent rushing straight into the soul of a thousand boats.

In the face of this huge torrent, the experience of Qianzhou in the past sixteen years is just a drop in the ocean, and it is submerged almost instantaneously. Personality and thinking are immersed in this boundless sea, and they are repeatedly washed away by mixed information, and they begin to dissolve little by little.

Just when Qianzhou's soul was about to collapse, a pale silver flame suddenly ignited.

The history recorded in the scales was turned into fuel and thrown into the flames.

Silver waves of fire rolled around the Thousand Boats, encompassing the entire building. But the seemingly scorching flame did not ignite anything, only the yellowed paper on the bookshelf became more and more brittle, the bamboo was reduced to fly ash, and the patterns of the stone carvings became blurred.

In a trance, a strange picture scroll spread out in front of Qianzhou's eyes.

Qianzhou had never seen such a sky—dark and secluded, chaotic and blurry. Unlike the night sky, which has a sparkling shimmer, this sky is more like a bottomless abyss, a terrifying mouth. Just staring at it for a moment makes one wonder if it will be swallowed by it.

In this picture, Qianzhou saw all kinds of creatures. Some of them were numb and desperate, sitting on the side of the road, calling for death, some were confused and frenzied, grabbing swords and plunging them into each other's chests, and the last of them were just fleeing, fleeing in directionless directions.

Suddenly there was light, but it was no hope!

Crimson stars fell from the abyss-like sky, and a dim red light ignited one flame after another on the earth. People rushed and shouted for their faith.

But there was no response—

The unbeliever may die, and the believer may not live!

It's like pressing a fast-forward button, and the screen changes quickly.

The flames burning on the earth had not yet been extinguished, and the second star had already fallen.

It is "emerald green", like the purest jadeite, full of the blue color of life.

Yes, life.

Majestic life spreads like a plague—birds grow scales, animals grow flippers, trees grow claws, and swimming fish spread their wings.

Unnecessary gifts have become a curse of death, and the earth is littered with all sorts of deformed and emaciated corpses.

Then, the third star followed.

The blue glow falls into the water, the sea evaporates, and the rivers dry up!

The atmosphere of despair was so overwhelming that Qianzhou could barely breathe, this absurd scene was simply a living hell!

Thankfully, the picture is coming to an end—a man in a black cloak walks ahead with a torch held alof. Qianzhou could only see the slightly bulging horns on the top of his head, and the red strands of hair that were inadvertently exposed.

When he came back to his senses, Qianzhou only felt a feeling of swelling similar to a full stomach, and the already huge essentia was now almost overflowing. Even if you are not careful, a silver flame will overflow.

"I don't want so much essentia at all, it's enough. ”

Qianzhou cried and mourned, and the original record in the scales was thrown into the fire, so that Qianzhou only saw one fragment of it - this is undoubtedly buying a pearl and burning the piano to cook the crane!

Perhaps there will never be such an opportunity to learn about the history of this world in the future.

Qianzhou calmed down and thought back to the fragment he saw, not so much a record, but a corner of the real history cut off and encapsulated into this scale.

The horror and despair that Qianzhou felt in it are by no means expressed by words or pictures alone.

On the other hand, it would not be easy to encapsulate the scales of such a history.

"It's just that [Enron] has such a scale, why does it have such a scale? What is hidden in that history? Who left this scale?" Qianzhou had more and more questions in his heart, and made up his mind that if he saw the past again, he must ask clearly.

Looking back at the scales in his hand, the original glass-like luster had disappeared, like a withered yellow leaf. When Qianzhou touched it slightly, the scales shattered into several petals and fell to the ground.

"It's a pity. Qianzhou sighed slightly and walked out of the house.

After making sure that there was no value left to explore around him, Qianshu closed his left eye and reopened his right eye.