While Su Yi slept, he vaguely heard a burst of strange, bizarre voices.
Yet they seemed as distant as the horizon, indistinct and muffled.
"Fate is bestowed by Heaven at the beginning of life! My Great Dao has long peered through the secrets of destiny. This Book of Fate should be mine to wield!"
"Wishful thinking. Of all those imprisoned by the Book of Fate, who has ever escaped this cage of destiny?"
"Fate is ever-changing, and change itself is a prison. If you cannot comprehend it, you cannot break it!"
"Strange. Scholar Xiao is already dead beyond doubt, so why has the mark he left within the Book of Fate not dispersed?"
"The Xiao fellow was a damned liar who deserved a thousand cuts!"
...All sorts of voices rang out, unbearably clamorous, with fierce quarrels and arguments mixed in from time to time.
Su Yi abruptly awoke from his slumber.
Then, all the voices vanished into thin air.
They left behind not the slightest trace.
His brow furrowed slightly as he looked at the Yellowed Book in his hand.
The book was not thick, barely more than an inch. Old and yellowed, it looked utterly ordinary. Yet upon truly holding it, one could discover that its material was extraordinarily peculiar—neither jade nor paper.
In the past, Su Yi had tried every possible method to open the Yellowed Book, but none had worked.
He could not open even the tiniest fraction of it!
When he probed it with his Divine Sense, he could only sense an invisible, strange power covering the book. Like a lock, it had sealed the book completely shut.
But now, as Su Yi examined it, he unexpectedly discovered that at some unknown point, a faint gap had appeared on the book's first page!
Though it was