"Before the Martial-Sealing Talisman?"
Shouye froze slightly.
In truth, when he had first faced the Storyteller alone, he had been prepared to die.
But from the instant the other party failed to withstand the Heaven-Slaying Hand, he had guessed that something was off about this seventh-in-command of the Saint Slave before him.
What was off? This fellow was unexpectedly, absurdly weak! A great figure who had been spoken of in near-mythical terms within the Holy Spirit Hall.
Yet now that he had seen him in person, whether in combat strength or personality and speech, Shouye had been utterly taken aback.
Even so, he had never expected it.
Before even seeing the Martial-Sealing Talisman, this fellow had already been planning to perish together with him!
"Shattering space directly..."
Shouye narrowed his eyes and silently looked at the ancient book in his hand.
He had barely dabbled in the use of the Way of Space.
To the point that he could scarcely tell when the other party had acted, much less how.
But Shouye had witnessed the manifestations of spatial laws a few times.
The ancient book in his hand continuously emitted the aura of the Great Dao collapsing.
All the spaces inside must have begun to crumble.
Even if this fellow was not trying to release something, there had to be some other deeper intent.
"Trying to conceal something..."
As Shouye pondered, he raised his head and said, "It seems there are quite a few secrets hidden within your book?"
"Not that many."
The Storyteller's smiling eyes curved. "They're just all things you want."
"Crack, crack—"
The icy aura seeped through even more distinctly.
Shouye's left hand was now completely covered in ice crystals.
Even after using spiritual essence to isolate it, he still felt a peculiar power of tribulation stealthily