Lin Ye reached out and took the jet-black jade slip.
It felt heavy in his hand, with a strange texture. It didn't feel like jade, but rather like some kind of extremely dense metal.
Its surface was smooth and warm, yet it possessed a profundity that seemed to devour all surrounding light, as if he were holding a small, solidified piece of the night.
With a flicker of thought, he carefully extended a wisp of his Spiritual Power, attempting to make contact with the inside of the jade slip.
However, the moment his Spiritual Power touched the jade slip, he felt his consciousness being violently dragged into a massive vortex!
There was no torrent of information as he had expected, nor were there any vast cultivation technique formulas.
Before his eyes was a boundless chaos.
Countless shattered fragments of light and shadow and frenzied energies intertwined, collided, and annihilated one another here, forming a perpetual storm.
