Zhao Luo was still thinking about the words written on that thick page of the book that the old man had passed to him.
'Heaven's tomb'
He was considering Heaven as an individual and the book as the resting place for that individual.
Some may think 'how can some individual be resting in a book?'
Imagine being buried in a book after your death.
The answer is simple.
'The resting place does not have to be taken as the body's resting place instead it could be that individual's skills, thoughts, or knowledge which were buried in the book.'
This was what Zhao Luo was doing right now. Thinking without a stop. Weird ideas were popping up in his head and even weirder was how he defined the book as some individual's remnant, instead of just flipping to the next page.
His basic idea was wrong.
