After a breath, a sharp light suddenly flickered deep within Lin Ping'an's eyes, like a star quietly lighting up in the night.
At the same time, a few thoughts surged in his heart.
In that instant, a deity-like book, silent and mysterious, appeared before him, emanating a weak yet captivating radiance.
At this moment, the Book of Civilization seemed to be settled by the passage of time.
On its ancient cover, faint light flowed in the subtle glow, exuding an indescribable weight and solemnity.
At this moment, as if sensing a call, the pages began to turn automatically, producing a rustling sound, like poetry and song, or whispers softly.
With each turn of the pages, it was as though countless sparks of wisdom flashed.
Illuminating the surrounding air, they formed mysterious halos.
Suddenly, a more dazzling brilliance burst forth from the book.
Like a meteor streaking through the night sky, it instantly gathered all focus.
