My name is Tianshu. I'm a book with no words. The name makes me sound impressive, but I'm really just a divine artifact made from precious materials. Apart from being hard to break, my strangest feature may be that I spontaneously gained consciousness a hundred years ago. The stories about people obtaining me and mastering invincible martial arts are all nonsense. What could anyone learn from a book with no words? Those people were just delusional, letting their imaginations run wild until they came up with martial arts techniques. It had nothing to do with me.
And now another fool who believed the rumors has snatched me up. After a while of deep contemplation, he came up with nothing. Fine, you couldn't think of anything, but why did you take your frustration out on me by soaking me in the waters of the River of the Dead, then burning me with the Nine Heavens Netherworld Flame? I'm tough, but even I can't take that kind of abuse. And now, after getting burned, I've lost every last hair.
