Disaster Strikes

Returning to Vast Peak at top speed, Song Changsheng flipped his hand and took out the bamboo scroll Su Ye had given him.

What exactly was recorded within it? The time to find out had come.

He reached out and removed the cord tied around the bamboo scroll, then slowly spread it open across the table. The unique fragrance of spirit bamboo gradually wafted out, mingled with a distinctive sandalwood scent and the smoky tang of mortal life.

"As expected..."

Once he saw the contents of the bamboo scroll clearly, a look of realization appeared in Song Changsheng's eyes.

What the bamboo scroll recorded was nothing else but an unnamed Buddhist scripture. Judging by the script used, it was at least a relic from the previous epoch.

In truth, he had already made some guesses when the bamboo scroll first fell into his hands. It was not because he possessed the ability to foresee the future, but simply a feeling.

After all, the power within this bamboo scroll carried the same aura Su Ding had released when he wielded the Great Prajna Hand.

Clearly, this was the Buddhist Sect inheritance in Su Ding's possession. It contained, at the very least, the Buddhist divine ability known as the Great Prajna Palm, so its value was certainly not low.

But...

"Could this Buddhist scripture have come from Vajra Temple? Can it really be passed on to outsiders?" Song Changsheng frowned slightly.

In the cultivation world, holding something back was the norm. Many people even ranked their disciples into different classes—below ordinary disciples were Registered Disciples, while above them were Direct Disciples.

And even among Direct Disciples, some could not fully inherit their master's legacy.

The same applied to sects and families. A sect's or family's core cultivation methods could never be passed