The grand hall here appears very empty, yet exceptionally grand, with each standing pillar and the patterns on them exuding a mysterious aura, an ancient atmosphere rushing forth.
Yang Yan looked around, only to experience a spiritual shock, but nothing more was gained.
Then he lowered his head again, his gaze burning as he stared at the scroll in front of him, falling into brief contemplation.
Perhaps he still needs to take a risk.
Because even though his Spiritual Power had elevated to a considerable level, when he released it to probe the scroll in front of him, he found that he still couldn't rely on Spiritual Sense to touch it.
It was as if an invisible barrier surrounded him, sealing away all information about it and obstructing the exploration of Spiritual Sense.
Yang Yan steadied himself, squatted down, and slowly extended his hand.
Just as his hand touched the scroll, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis, inwardly shouting "not good."
