Lin Ye halted, then turned and walked straight toward the old wooden shelf in the corner.
He crouched down and pulled out the booklet resting on the shelf. It felt icy in his hand, and its texture revealed it to be made from the hide of a rare exotic beast. The cover had long since been ruined and lost, leaving only yellowed pages. When he opened to the first page, glaring blood-red seal script filled his vision.
Lin Ye studied it intently, his brows drawing together. No matter how he tried to comprehend it, he could not recognize a single character. Tentatively, he separated a thread of divine sense and slowly extended it toward the blood-red writing.
"Bzz!"
A thunderclap seemed to explode in his mind. The blood-red characters instantly came alive, turning into a violent torrent of information that crazily flooded into his sea of consciousness!
"Ugh!" A muffled groan escaped Lin Ye's throat. It felt as though his skull were about to split apart, and his vision repeatedly went dark.
Countless deranged whispers circled his ears. Bloody sacrificial scenes, vague and terrifying phantoms, and sinister, mad incantations surged wildly through his sea of consciousness, seeking to seize his sanity.
An ice-cold power that pierced to the bone raced along the connection of his divine sense, charging directly toward the source of his soul.
Alarm bells rang furiously in Lin Ye's heart. He immediately forced himself to sever the divine-sense connection. The strange core within his dantian trembled at once, bursting forth with a force of extinction that shredded the evil power in an instant!
The horrifying visions in his sea of consciousness rapidly faded, leaving Lin Ye shaken.
"What exactly was that..." he muttered.
The fleeting barrage of information had left behind hazy fragments in his mind: blood