บท 6: Chapter 6 The Sovereign's Wisdom: Chronicles of the Book's Chosen
At this moment, Li Xiao and the others knelt on the ground, trembling like leaves in the wind, their eyes wide with awe and reverence. They dared not move, their gazes fixed upon the divine presence that loomed before them—the ancient god whose approval they had so fervently sought. In their hearts, only boundless admiration filled the space, for offending such a being was a sin that could shatter the heavens themselves.
"To think... the Book of Wisdom has truly recognized its master," Li Xiao murmured, his voice a blend of regret, relief, and countless other emotions. His mind was a storm of conflicting thoughts, making it difficult to speak the words that swirled within him. The weight of the moment pressed upon him, a burden he had carried for far too long.
A guard beside him, eyes wide with curiosity, spoke in a hushed tone, "Your Highness... is it truly so difficult for the Book of Wisdom to acknowledge its master?"
Li Xiao's eyes narrowed, his voice heavy with solemnity. "Indeed, it is no small feat," he replied. "You must understand—acquiring a world item is akin to laying the foundation of a nation. With it, even the humblest of men may rise to rule an empire. Yet, the path to mastery is fraught with trials. Each world item recognizes only those who possess the requisite conditions, and even if one were to obtain a world item, without the Book's approval, it remains naught but an empty vessel. This is a truth known to all but few understand its weight."
He sighed deeply, casting a long glance at the ground. "Since the days of our ancestors, the Li family has sought the approval of the Book of Wisdom. Yet, none of my descendants—no matter how bright—have ever come close to fulfilling its demands. We are no longer what we once were."
The silence that followed hung heavy in the air. It was a bitter truth that Li Xiao shared freely, for the Book had now passed to the Primordial Gods. To keep such a secret no longer served its purpose.
"Then what are the conditions for the Book to acknowledge its master?" a voice from the kneeling crowd asked, their tone filled with eager curiosity.
Li Xiao's expression darkened. "The conditions are simple yet impossible to meet," he said gravely. "The one who seeks the Book's favor must possess intellect far beyond that of ordinary men. A hundredfold, even a thousandfold, the wisdom of the average man. Such is the requirement for one to be worthy of the Book's power."
The air grew still as his words sank into the hearts of all present. A hundredfold intelligence? This was no mere measure of wisdom but an insurmountable chasm separating the chosen from the common.
Li Xiao looked toward the horizon, his gaze distant. "It is said that even the greatest minds of our Tang Dynasty, after the passing of our forebears, could not meet the Book's expectations. And so, the Tang, once mighty, began its slow decline, its strength eroded by time."
The murmurs of the gathered crowd faded into silence, the gravity of his words weighing heavily upon them. But then, as if responding to their unspoken thoughts, a voice—deep and ancient—resonated through the air, speaking directly to the hearts of Li Xiao and the others.
"Li Xiao," the voice boomed, "your sacrifice has pleased me. You may now make a wish, one equal in measure to the offering you have given."
The sound of the voice was like thunder, shaking the very foundation of their beings. Li Xiao's heart surged with excitement, his pulse quickening. He had not anticipated such a reward. The gods themselves were known to grant wishes, and the very notion of receiving such a boon sent a wave of exhilaration through him.
However, his excitement quickly tempered with caution. The words of the ancient god, "equal in measure," echoed in his mind. He knew that to make a wish that exceeded the god's generosity would invite wrath, and such folly could bring ruin upon them all.
His mind raced through countless possibilities—immortality, wealth beyond measure, power to reshape the world—but each thought was measured against the weight of the god's words. Could he truly make such a wish without risk?
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