"Roar!"
The old ape in a kasaya charged to the stone stele.
He threw a punch!
The stone stele immediately bloomed with waves of golden immortal script, transforming into flashing inscriptions and scattered wisps of immortal floss.
They swirled around the old ape.
Then, countless patterns from immortal scriptures engraved themselves upon the old ape's kasaya, making his originally brilliant golden fur seem as though it had been cast from gold.
Deprived of the immortal scripture, the stele seemed to have become a blank white stone tablet, standing motionless.
"This...?"
Tu Shan Jun stared in astonishment at the stone stele that had fallen into his sea of consciousness.
He had originally wanted to use his visualization method to draw out the ancient scroll of immortal scripture. He had not expected that, with one punch, the ancient scroll would be shaken loose—and the scriptures written upon it would instead peel away and cover his visualization dharma body.
The kasaya of his fundamental dharma body was now filled with vast passages of immortal scripture.
When no further changes came, Tu Shan Jun could not help suspecting that there was something wrong with all these rare treasures. Why did every single one of them insist on burrowing into his sea of consciousness?
Whether it was the blood gourd of the Primordial Saint Spirit Demon or the immortal scriptures left behind by this ancient immortal, it was as if this place alone suited them best.
Tu Shan Jun did not feel much fear.
Even if these ancient immortal scriptures were a massive pit, he would still jump into it.
He could not let go of any chance to become an immortal.
Even if it meant dying a miserable death, he had to die upon the immortal path.
As a dead man, he had no