Fang Mo's consciousness withdrew from the space, and he looked at the item in his hand.
It was a scroll made from the hide of some unknown beast. It must have been an extraordinary mutated beast, for he could still sense the pressure it emanated.
It was likely extremely old, and the scroll bore the marks of time. Yet it seemed to have developed sentience and actually tried to break free.
Roar!
The beast image on the scroll let out a howl, trying to shake Fang Mo off and flee.
"A mere beast soul thinks it can escape? Suppress!" Fang Mo's eyes turned dark gold. The True Dragon Blood within him began to circulate, releasing dragon might. The beast soul within the scroll let out a mournful cry, restrained its aura, and no longer dared move recklessly.
Dragon might suppressed all beasts. At this moment, Fang Mo was no different from an ancient True Dragon, naturally carrying dragon might.
Seeing the scroll settle down, Fang Mo clicked his tongue inwardly. An ordinary Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm cultivator likely would not have been able to suppress it. That alone showed how extraordinary this scroll was.
He slowly unrolled it. The scroll's divine charm emerged on its own, energy surging across the beast hide and forming four words.
"Thousand Illusions Scripture!"
Fang Mo's eyes flickered slightly. It was actually True Lord Thousand Illusions' cultivation technique. That man had been a Divine Wanderer powerhouse and had even made this technique his title. It was undoubtedly an exceptionally formidable cultivation art.
His Primordial Spirit entered it and landed upon the scroll. In an instant, his consciousness entered the scroll as well.
A vast amount of information regarding the Thousand Illusions Scripture flooded into his mind. Only after quite some time did he finish receiving