I was a rookie reporter in the 00s

A glint of determination flashed in Zhang Wanqing's eyes. She slowly raised her hands, as if channeling some invisible force. The air within the cave began to vibrate, and a mysterious power flowed through her, making her figure appear particularly hazy and mysterious in the dim light. Fu Siyuan stood on the other side of the stone platform, watching her nervously, while also sensing the power stirring within him.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the tension and uneasiness within him. Fu Siyuan knew that he and Zhang Wanqing were different. She was a descendant of the Mohist school, and he was not. Only she carried the ancient blood of her ancestors, possessing the potential to awaken power. He lacked this potential, and could only rely on his own courage to accompany her through all difficulties. He slowly walked to the other side of the stone platform, each step feeling incredibly heavy, as if the ground beneath his feet was also responding to the awakening power within him.

The light within the cave grew brighter as their powers awakened, as if some ancient ritual were quietly being performed. The four sacred artifacts hovered in the air, forming a circle and rotating counterclockwise in time with Zhang Wanqing's voice. This scene shocked and awed Fu Siyuan. He knew that these artifacts were closely linked to their powers and held the key to the Mohist tradition.

Several lines of hieroglyphics appeared on the wall, gleaming mysteriously in the light of the cave. Fu Siyuan quickly took out his pen and notebook and carefully wrote down the words. His hands trembled, not with fear, but with excitement.

Fu Siyuan meticulously traced each symbol, his brushstrokes dancing across the paper as if in dialogue with ancient wisdom. His gaze was fixed on the strange hieroglyphs, ancient and mysterious, each symbol seemingly holding endless secrets. Zhang Wanqing stood nearby, her gaze roaming the cave, alert to any potential threats.

"These symbols seem to be telling a story." Fu Siyuan's voice was low, and his eyes flashed with a desire for the unknown.

Zhang Wanqing's voice held a hint of uncertainty. "Yes, they may be the key to unlocking the secrets of the Mohist school. What do these hieroglyphs mean?"

Fu Siyuan stared intently at the hieroglyphs, his heart filled with curiosity and nervousness. Each of these ancient symbols was like a door to an unknown world. He knew that these characters were more than just words; they were the wisdom left by the ancestors of the Mohist school.

He began to carefully examine each symbol, trying to find patterns. However, his knowledge was limited, and he could only recognize some of the characters; some were completely unfamiliar. His mind raced through all the knowledge he had acquired throughout his childhood, trying to connect it with the hieroglyphs before him. He knew this would require time and patience, but he also knew they didn't have much time to waste.

Zhang Wanqing's voice echoed in the cave as she chanted a spell. Her power seemed to guide the four divine instruments, causing them to spin faster and faster. Fu Siyuan could sense that the atmosphere in the cave had become more tense, as if something big was about to happen.

He continued to ponder, meticulously sketching each symbol in his notebook. His heart was filled with respect for the Mohist forefathers, whose legacy was not merely words but a spirit, an indomitable spirit of exploration.

As time went by, Fu Siyuan gradually felt a little tired, but he did not give up. He knew that these hieroglyphs were their only clues and the key to uncovering the secrets of "Mohism". He had to persevere, no matter how difficult it was.

At this moment, the light in the cave suddenly became more dazzling, and the rotation speed of the four divine weapons also reached its peak. Fu Siyuan felt a powerful force surging in the cave, and his heartbeat accelerated. He knew that the critical moment was about to come.

He gripped the pen tightly in his hand, recording with full concentration. He could feel the power contained in these hieroglyphs gradually awakening, as if they were telling him an ancient story, a story about the "Mohist School".

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from the four divine artifacts, illuminating the entire cave. Fu Siyuan subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found that the hieroglyphs on the wall began to change. They seemed to come alive, and each symbol was flashing a different light.

A strong premonition surged in Fu Siyuan's heart. He knew that the answers they were looking for were hidden in these changing hieroglyphs. He had to decipher these words as soon as possible, otherwise they might lose the opportunity to uncover the secrets of the "Mohist School".

He began to try to decipher the shifting hieroglyphs, and his mind raced through all the possible combinations and meanings, knowing that it would require all his knowledge and wisdom.

As he interpreted, the light in the cave began to gradually dim, and the four sacred artifacts slowly stopped rotating.

He continued to decipher the symbols, each one like a door, each door hiding a secret. He felt as if he had walked into a maze, where every turn could lead to a different world.

Finally, his eyes stopped at a special symbol. This symbol was different from the others and seemed to contain special power. Fu Siyuan's heartbeat quickened. He knew that this symbol might be the key to revealing everything.

He took a deep breath and gently placed his hand on the symbol. Suddenly, a powerful force surged from the symbol, enveloping him. He felt as if he were being sucked into a vortex, and everything around him became blurry.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a completely different place. It was a huge library, with shelves filled with all kinds of books. He knew that this might just be his hallucination, all the knowledge and wisdom hidden in his brain.

Fu Siyuan took a deep breath and began to search his library for books that might be useful, looking for the answer.