At that thought, his eyes flew open. Two dazzling beams of golden light burst from his pupils, piercing the blank curtain of light around him. He raised his right hand and grabbed forward through the air, and an ancient bronze book appeared out of nowhere in his palm.
This Bronze Book carried all his martial inheritances, from his earliest basic moves to the top-tier combat methods he had learned later. The foundation of his Martial Dao had all come from this book. In the past, he had often flipped through it for reference, using its contents to perfect his combat strength. But now, he had already integrated every essence within the book, and his path of Martial Dao had already taken a direction that belonged to him alone. This ancient book no longer needed to remain.
The ancient bronze book seemed to sense its master's will. The copper patterns on its surface began to tremble slightly, and its pages slowly turned. There were no violent fluctuations, no unwilling resistance. It silently completed its final mission. Then the pages, the body of the book, and the copper patterns shattered layer by layer, turning into flecks of metallic light that scattered through the blank space.
The blank curtain of light that shrouded heaven and earth should have expanded completely as the ancient book shattered, devouring everything around it. But just as the light curtain showed signs of spreading, it broke apart inch by inch on its own. The void-like space returned to normal, and the sea breeze, the waves, and the aura of the island all came back.
In midair, four large gilded characters slowly condensed into form: "Practice martial arts with sincerity."
The golden light flowing through the characters hovered before Situ Xuan. They released no pressure and made no sound,