Xu Zimo nodded slightly, signaling that Feng Buxiu could leave.
He slowly opened the wooden box before him. Dust flew everywhere, and with a creak, the long-sealed sound and the box were opened together.
What met his eyes was an extremely thick book.
The book's cover was as hard as a board, like steel.
Three words were written on the black cover: Ghost God's Endowment.
Xu Zimo opened the book and began reading it carefully.
The highest floor was exceedingly quiet. Few people came here, so it was naturally covered in dust.
A window stood beside him, with the black afterglow shining in.
After a long while, night had completely fallen over Seven Gods Academy before Xu Zimo finally let out a long breath.
He closed the book and frowned slightly.
The contents of this book were indeed as Feng Buxiu had said: it was merely a miscellaneous volume.
It covered an immense range of topics, almost encompassing every matter in the entire Ghost God Domain.
Yet all the matters it discussed were inconsequential.
It was as though the writer had deliberately concealed something. Many matters abruptly came to a halt at the most crucial point.
"What exactly is this?" Xu Zimo muttered.
He lowered his head to look at the book and pondered for a moment. In the end, his brows suddenly furrowed.
He looked at the steel-like cover.
With a forceful pull of both hands, he forcibly split the cover in two.
A sheet of golden paper was unexpectedly revealed within the cover.
Before Xu Zimo could make another move, the golden paper suddenly burst forth with ten thousand zhang of golden light.
The radiance was so brilliant that it illuminated the entire Book Pavilion.
"Seven," a low, murmured number sounded.
The voice seemed to come from primordial