The scriptures were incomplete, their script obscure and difficult to comprehend, bearing an ancient charm amidst vastness, precipitating the passage of years and the flow of the river of time. In an instant, it was as though various ancient figures had crossed through the long river of history and emerged.
*Heavenly white jade and jadeite, ten cities and five palace compounds, no idea how many Sword Immortals...*
The grandiose voice echoed from the void into Chen Pingping's ears. He listened intently, his eyes widening in astonishment.
He fixed his gaze on the scriptures.
But in the next moment, the scriptures seemed to change their form, materializing into a tall figure, immensely robust, enshrouded in a halo of golden Divine Brilliance, appearing supremely godly and saintly.
That towering figure looked down at Chen Pingping and immediately executed a slash with his sword.
FUCK!
Chen Pingping felt his scalp tingle and he took to his heels.
