After everything was ready, Ye Lingfeng’s emotions fluctuated violently as he prepared to go out. He stared at Tianming with his fists clenched.

“What’s the matter?”

“A headache.”

“Oh.” Taking a deep breath, Tianming said, “Let me hold your spatial ring first.” After all, he could only keep Ye Lingfeng’s ‘corpse’ in his spatial ring for now.

“Oh, right.” Ye Lingfeng took out a black book from his spatial ring and handed it over to Tianming.

“What is this?” Tianming asked as he received the book.

“It’s a gift for you,” said Ye Lingfeng.

The book looked like it was made from ordinary paper, but it wouldn’t burn in the volcano. Tianming could tell that this book was pretty old, judging from how it looked. Clearing the dust off the cover, Tianming saw this book’s name: Infernal Soul Heavenly Pattern Canon. Looking at the book, Tianming remembered that Ye Lingfeng mentioned that he learned his battle art from the Myriad Souldevouring Canon, and there was a similarity between the two names. This book was clearly...