The Endless Turning

When she stood before the tome that recorded every rule in the world,

Yi Qing's expression changed slightly despite herself.

The heavy book lay quietly upon an altar built specifically for it. The faintly drifting motes of light seemed to swirl and dance around the book's very existence...

In the past, by attending the Xuan Tribe's ceremony, she had learned about the many sacred objects bestowed by that "Xuan God."

Yi Qing only vaguely understood that the tome's contents encompassed nearly every powerful cultivation method in the world.

But...

Why had they come here?

Could it be that she was supposed to turn the pages herself?

However...

While Yi Qing was still puzzled,

Xuan Sheng had already come before the heavy tome.

The moment his hands touched the book—

The book, which had always begun turning from the final page, started flipping rapidly!

Page after page shot across the air like streaks of white light. Faint writing emerged like smoke and swiftly reflected in the eyes of that god!

Every page.

Every power and rule...

Was reflected in that god's eyes!

The rapidly flipping book continued to race past with a constant rustle, rustle!

The unturned pages visibly grew thinner. Yi Qing watched, bewildered, as the tome turned from its final page all the way to the blank front cover!

The entire book closed completely within a minute, without displaying a single cultivation method suited to the reader, as every member of the Xuan Tribe had claimed it would.

But in Xuan Sheng's eyes,

all the contents of the tome... had already been recorded!

"Hm?"

The curious old man turned his head, roused by the noisy flipping. After glancing back and confirming that nothing was amiss, he narrowed his eyes again with a yawn.

"Is it done?"

"Yes."

Xuan Sheng