Lu Yin crouched down and looked at the ancient character that he was standing upon. It was glinting with a faint gold radiance, and when he reached down to touch it, he could not really feel anything. It was as if it was nothing more than an illusion. When he looked at these ancient characters, an intense feeling of primordial ages washed over him. 

“Eh, Seventh Bro, these ancient characters look familiar,” the Ghost Monkey said.

Lu Yin’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve seen them before?”

“In the centipede's body… No, these might actually be even more ancient than that bit of writing in the centipede's body. Right! The Literary Prison. Do you remember how, back in the Ironblood Weave, when you were being chased by an Enlighter beast, that old guy Wen Qichen rescued you with his Literary Prison? Doesn’t this look very similar?” the monkey cried out.

Lu Yin stared at the numerous ancient characters and felt that there was indeed some similarity between the two. He hadn’t seen the Literary Prison just once, as he had also seen it back at the Erudite Flowzone’s border warfront. At that time, Wen Sansi had used the Literary Prison to entrap Yao Gu, and these characters in the Scripture Pavilion did indeed look rather similar to those that made up the Wen family’s Literary Prison. 

“The more I look at them, the more similar they seem. Rumor has it that the Wen family’s inherited Literary Prison is formed of nine by nine characters. If these truly are the same...