A tiger-shaped paperweight pressed onto the paper, it was this paperweight that softly emitted a glow, enveloping everything on the desk in its light.
"Class V magic treasure!"
Wang Ba’s heart trembled. Although its aura was incredibly weak, seeming as if it could turn to dust at any mont, it still exerted its last bit of strength to protect the desk.
Without thinking further, he quickly landed in front of the desk, his gaze imdiately drawn to the content on the paper.
It was naturally written in the language of the Guantao Realm, which Wang Ba mostly recognized.
"...The demon path returns ti and again, like ghostly evils, unseen when captured, formless when killed, utterly hateful! I knew long ago that the Myriad Saints were deceived! If the Outer Realm were truly a great destination, why would the sages of the past need to ascend? Sadly, with the demon path’s return, they are nowhere to be seen. They must have t a dire fate... But this demon path isn’t of our realm; to eradicate this curse completely, one must venture to the Outer Realm, into the ’Land of Wind Evil.’ However, only I can go; the disciples within our sect are still too weak. Alas..."
The handwriting was rough, as if the writer casually scribbled, yet it revealed the writer’s inner turmoil and dilemma.
Wang Ba quickly read further:
"...But the demon path must be removed, otherwise, the Guantao Realm will never have peace, regrettably, comrades are now each in hiding, it seems I can only—"
The writing abruptly stopped here.
The pen used for writing was casually discarded to the side, not even placed in its holder nearby.
The paperweight also casually pressed against one corner of the paper.
It was evident that the owner encountered sothing suddenly while writing and left in a great hurry.
Or perhaps he intended to return after dealing with matters, only from the state of the desk, it was clear he never ca back.
It’s not hard to guess that the owner of this paper is most likely the White Cloud Loose Man.
Despite so much ti having passed, Wang Ba could still feel the urgency and haste of White Cloud Loose Man when he abandoned the paper and pen.
Together with this, a deep sense of perplexity arose in Wang Ba’s heart.
"The demon path... from what this White Cloud Loose Man said, it cos from the Outer Realm. Could it be Innate Divine Demons?"
As far as he knew, among the beings of the Outer Realm, only Innate Divine Demons possessed Spiritual Wisdom.
However, he also noticed another keyword ntioned by the White Cloud Loose Man.
"Land of Wind Evil... is that referring to the nearby Wind Disaster Area?"
"From this, it seems the wind disaster outside has existed for a long ti, and people of this realm have so understanding of the Outer Realm."
A tinge of regret erged in Wang Ba’s heart, as the information regarding the Outer Realm might have been recorded on a board at the Cultivation thod Hall, but unfortunately, those boards had beco useless over ti.
As he thought this, around him, the walls, doors, and windows rapidly collapsed and peeled away.
It’s as if sothing had been triggered.
’Crack!’
The tiger-shaped paperweight on the paper suddenly split with cracks!
The Spiritual Light covering the desk flickered sharply, then rapidly dimd!
"No, it’s about to break!"
Wang Ba’s heart shook, and he hurriedly tried to gather the paper, only for it to silently disintegrate into a pile of powder upon contact with his mana!
"It’s been too long!"
Wang Ba’s gaze shifted slightly, quickly noticing the scroll next to it.
Without further thought, he imdiately used his mana to grab the scroll!
However, as soon as it left the paperweight’s range, he imdiately realized that the edges of the scroll were blackening, wrinkling, and decaying as if burnt by flas...
"It can’t be preserved!"
Wang Ba almost instantly made the judgnt!
And he imdiately made a decision.
Mana flowed, and in an instant, the scroll rapidly decaying from the four corners was unfurled!
Revealing the portrait within the scroll.
All around, the structures silently collapsed, raising countless dust particles.
Yet at this mont, Wang Ba felt his hair stand on end, as if plunged into an ice cave!
His gaze was locked onto the portrait, filled with disbelief and incredulity!
Dust swirled about.
In the portrait, a purple-robed and blue-bearded Taoist tilted his head, gazing at him curiously.
The brushwork was sharp, lifelike, so much so that even the enigmatic double pupils of the purple-robed Taoist were depicted with such perfect realism, as if he were alive...
"The demon path, could it actually be him!?"
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