Book of Time

Skirting around the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, Ye Fan immediately opened his Martial Dao Heavenly Eye and searched with all his strength. The remains of that Ancient Heavenly Court expert from his memories should have been nearby.

Sure enough, inside a cave bearing signs of deliberate excavation, he found a jade-colored skeleton lying face-up on the ground. Though countless tens of thousands of years had passed, a faint divine radiance still flowed across the surface of its bones. The deceased had undoubtedly been an extraordinary figure in life.

"This was a King of Assassins, a king at the Immortal Three Dao-Slaying realm, close to completion."

Old Madman took the token from the deceased's waist and gave his assessment.

The golden token was no larger than a palm, engraved with a blood-dripping character: "Kill."

Merely looking at it from afar brought an overwhelming, terrifying killing intent sweeping toward them, as if they had fallen into a mountain of corpses and sea of blood, unable to free themselves.

Within the Ancient Heavenly Court, above Kings of Assassins were Saints of Assassins.

Saints of Assassins were terrifying figures capable of forcefully assassinating ancient sages.

The Ancient Heavenly Court had truly been outrageously audacious. They even dared to target the sages of their era, provoking the deeply wary major powers to join hands and besiege them, leading to their collapse overnight.

As for an Emperor of Assassins, there had only ever been one: their founding patriarch.

"The Book of Time..."

Ye Fan's gaze shifted as he caught sight of an ancient scroll pinned beneath the skeleton.

The ancient scroll was square and neat, only a foot long, crystal-clear and nearly transparent. It was covered in densely packed, mysterious tiny characters, each stroke sharp and powerful like iron hooks and silver slashes, vigorous as dragons.