Lin Xun walked over and sat cross-legged on the mat. 

That Jade Records Gold Book was overflowing with golden light that was sacred and majestic, and radiated with Dao energy. 

However, after obtaining the secrets of the Sacred Combat Art, the golden book had become different in his eyes. The flowing golden light seemed to cast out a hazy little world. 

Lin Xun’s face lit up in amazement. He was right. Within the blinding golden light was the fading image of a world, like dilapidated ruins.

There, the sacred mountain subsided, and the palaces collapsed. All the ancient buildings had been turned into ruins, and ancient trees and auspicious plants had long withered into ashes.

A supposed paradise land had been reduced to rubble and dust. It had become ruins after an unknown disaster. 

“Fangchun!”

Lin Xun palpitated. He saw two vague ancient daoist texts remaining on the collapsed mountain. 

“Slanted moon…three stars…”

Not long after that, he noticed an ancient tablet inserted into the ruins in front of the collapsed ancient mountain gate. He looked closer...