Above the shattered island, a single ancient scroll abruptly appeared.
"Zhao Hon's ancient scroll!"
Ning Wuyang cried out in shock: "Can it be that the ancient scroll still hides some special means?"
His words had barely fallen.
Whoosh!
The scroll suddenly unfurled, and the illusionary images within were like viscous ink, spreading across the sky.
And then, a wisp of candle flame rose and flickered.
"That's the lamp!"
This time it was Xu Yang's turn to exclaim.
That mysterious lamp and the ancient scroll intertwined, indistinguishable from one another.
Swish, swish, swish!!
Clusters of black ink rained down, and midair they ignited, touched by the strange, deep yellow candle fire from the lamp, flooding everything below.
This eerie scene made one's skin crawl and scalp tingle!
Even at a distance, the group couldn't help but tremble.
They were utterly helpless against it!
"Formless Demon Scroll, Profound Candle Forest Lamp—you, you're from the Wuxiang Celestial Tomb!"
