Who would have thought, Li Xuanfeng had only just barely opened the page, when suddenly the entire row of ink-written characters blurred and, like racing shadows, leapt off the paper one after another, transforming into streams of light that vanished without a trace.
The whole ancient tome rustled and turned in the air; Li Xuanfeng was struck by dizziness, as the roar of waves sweeping from north to south resounded in his ears, a grand scene overwhelming the sky and earth, sometimes colliding with cliff faces and bringing down a cold rain.
"Boom!"
The ancient book before his eyes, in an instant, turned into a pile of ashes, and as soon as it fell to the ground, it melted into swarming black ants, bobbing their heads, scattering and escaping, burrowing into the earth where they swiftly disappeared.
Li Xuanfeng's mind buzzed in confusion, his gaze slowly falling upon his own hands, seeming somewhat dazed. At his side, Lin Chensheng turned his head and asked:
