"What—what do you want to do?"
The eight Dragon Race Saints were terrified. They instinctively sensed that something was terribly wrong, for this bizarre book seemed to emit waves of an exceedingly ominous aura, filling the depths of their hearts with dread.
Ye Mengyao blinked as well. She could tell that this was an immensely powerful magic treasure, unlike ordinary saint artifacts, as though it contained some mysterious power.
"You'll know soon enough."
Xia Ping smiled faintly. With a grab of his great hand, he instantly struck the eight Dragon Race Saints, extracting wisps of their souls from their bodies.
The next second, the pages of the Book of Karma turned, instantly devouring all eight strands of soul energy.
He now recalled the various divine abilities of the Book of Karma. Ability One: Know All!
As long as a trace of a living being's soul was devoured by the Book of Karma, it could learn all information and every memory of that being. There was no possibility of concealing even the slightest bit.
There was a saying in hell: once your name was entered into the Book of Life and Death, your life and death were mine to command, not Heaven's.
Once a soul was devoured by the Book of Karma, all its information would be recorded within it. The two sides would form karmic power between them, and even life and death would be controlled by the Book of Karma.
Even if one possessed an immortal body, with a light stroke upon the Book of Karma, no matter how powerful the being's cultivation was, they would still meet the end of their natural lifespan.
Unless one had never been recorded in the Book of Karma, or one's name had been struck from it, could one attain true transcendence and