You can sense it without Divine Sense.
Left behind by Dong Qian?
Ji Yuan took a few steps forward to the stone table, picked up the Memory Pearl, and injected a thread of Spiritual Qi into it.
But the imagined scene didn't appear; instead, in the void before him, a few lines of cloud-like words slowly manifested.
"The jade branch once tilted in the chamber of pearls, how could the creeping grass cling to the rosy mists?"
"Futile to hear frogs in the well croak on the snail's horn, who dares step onto the Phoenix's splendor along the cloud path?"
"Ink stains on mosquito heads fill the poetic pen, market air taints the flower pin on the garment."
"The bright pearl ought to be returned to the merfolk chest, let not its clear radiance be sullied by dust and sand!"
Ji Yuan smiled as he read the poem being born in the void.
Though he wasn't excessively well-read, he could still understand the meaning embedded within these lines.
