Inside the Ancient Pagoda

Xue Ying looked upwards. The pagoda was about 39 meters tall, it seemed ancient and simple, and did not show any special characteristics; it was ordinary by every definition of the word.

Going up the stairs, he went inside along with the old man.

The pagoda seemed completely empty, with the sole exception of a pure, sparkling and translucent, thumb-sized stone made of green crystal floating in mid-air. The drizzle of light it emitted brightened up the entire pagoda, causing Xue Ying to quieten down without even realizing it.

"This is…?" Xue Ying soon discovered countless words that were transforming within the drizzle of light emitted by the stone.