The Demon Sect leader Yang Tianyou was certainly a towering figure of his era!
At this moment, the great hall was permeated with the stench of blood, so thick that it was almost visible to the naked eye. This bloody aura was now coalescing into a beam of light, heading towards the scripture library.
The Ancient Buddha Temple's scripture library was truly grandiose; it housed countless Buddhist scriptures and texts—treasures of the faith, no doubt. But right now, Xiao Qiang had no time to admire these.
In the center of the scripture library, the space seemed strangely empty.
Finally, he felt he had reached his destination—an open area with nothing around. Only in the center was a slightly dilapidated meditation cushion, with a box and a scripture resting upon it.
