"Bring the Primordial Truth to him!"
The branches of the willow tree shook. Even without a face, one could almost guess its gritted teeth in anger.
"Alright!"
Shi Feifeng's eyes brightened, and he quickly turned and entered the house. It wasn't long before he returned with a red cloth-wrapped item.
Shi Feifeng walked up to Chen Zhixing, loosened the red cloth, and a bone book appeared in sight. The bone book was white and glossy, resembling a palm-sized piece of fine mutton fat jade, indescribably crystalline, white and translucent.
Despite its small size, it was densely covered with mysterious symbols, seemingly chiseled in countless layers, faintly echoing with the chants of gods and demons, stirring one's heart and soul.
Its appearance was astounding, even though it was merely a bone, its revelation was surprisingly magnificent.
"Patriarch Chen, don't stare at it. This bone book is peculiar; if you stare too long, you'll pass out," the old patriarch quickly warned.
