"It's nothing, just thinking about some things..."
Glancing at the confused Leia, Anvis smiled and shifted his focus to the Ancient Secret Scripture.
The entire content was still composed of those twisting and writhing ancient characters, resembling living creatures. The ink green ink that formed them was still flowing continuously, but it couldn't spill beyond the boundaries of the text, no matter what.
As his gaze met with the ancient text, the meanings of these characters automatically reflected in Anvis's spiritual power.
[The great Race came from a world of collapse, descending from the future, thriving in the past.]
[A massive city was established in the desert, within it stood an ancient tower weathered over hundreds of millions of years, and thirty-six mountain-like heavy Great Libraries.]
[These thirty-six libraries each held infinite secrets, and the flow of time left no marks on them.]
