Holding the Divine Book, Baili Qiuxin mustered all his strength to turn the pages. Overnight, divine paper flew out, and after detaching the Divine Page, the hefty Divine Grace closed again, descending in Divine Light into the Earth Altar.
Merely opening the Divine Book had already weakened the temple caretaker by half, yet Baili Qiuxin seemed oblivious, standing solemnly, summoning the Divine Page to hover before his chest, then taking out a small bottle of unknown material from his robe.
Opening the bottle, a fragrant aroma invigorated the spirit. The old man dipped a finger into the bottle, revealing golden Spirit Liquid on his fingertip.
The temple caretaker's beard and hair fluttered as he held the deep Divine Page in one hand, writing swiftly with the other. As more words appeared on the Divine Page, the old man's aura grew weaker.
After inscribing the final word, Baili Qiuxin felt his vision darken, stumbling a step before standing firm.
