Small village.
In the small courtyard, on the blank rice paper, mysterious patterns already covered the edges, yet the center was still empty. At this moment, Li Fan dropped another brushstroke.
The scene drawn by this stroke bore an uncanny resemblance to the inscriptions on the two Ancient Bronze Lamps.
"Master, what are you drawing?"
Beside him, Gong Ya asked in confusion.
She had seen her master draw landscapes, sunsets... but she had never seen him draw such a peculiar picture.
This… it almost resembled the kind of calendar mortals would use!
Hearing this, Li Fan replied calmly:
"I never intended to do this, but now… this is the only way."
—In truth, he had little interest in the strange calendar the Divine Jumper had left behind.
After all, the calendar appeared bizarre and far from normal at first glance.
But the prophecy tied to that calendar was connected to the lives and deaths of many people in the village.
He had to understand it…
