The 81st floor was in shambles. Bi Ningshuai was extremely fast with his hands. Every single page from two bookshelves had been turned by him once.

Meanwhile, only Feng Feiyun’s Heavenly Phoenix Gaze could detect the Cloak of Invisibility. He darted through the level, nothing could escape his eyes.

“This calligraphy scroll…” Feng Feiyun stood before a one-thousand-year-old scroll that was hung on a wall, consisting of many long bamboo strips. It was carved with an aggressive bronze pen yet still maintained an elegant style.

The text written so long ago still had a strange light flowing through them. It created twisting runes that came together to form a wondrous formation.

Feng Feiyun said: “There is something strange about this scroll. There are no strings connecting these bamboo slips, but they are still connected and arranged in such an orderly fashion. Something is up here!”

Bi Ningshuai’s bandit eyes also recognized the peculiar characteristic of this scroll and reached out in order to take it.

“Boom!” The moment his hand approached, the runes on the scroll began to rapidly float up and down to form an ancient formation that...