Youhuang Secret Record

The blood lines on Lin Yan's chest were beating like fire. Under the light of the talisman, he could almost see the snake god mark sealed in his body, shining with a faint red light. His Adam's apple rolled and he murmured in a low voice: "It turns out... I am really not an ordinary person." At this moment, waves of low murmurs came from the building, like countless imprisoned souls crying, or whispering, telling ancient secrets. Lin Yan's heart tightened suddenly, and his whole body was suppressed by an invisible force, as if he was in an abyss. "Lin Yan!" Gu Qing suddenly shouted. She put her hand on Lin Yan's shoulder. A secret keeper's seal lit up and the runes flickered, temporarily stabilizing the runaway runes in the building. At this moment, Lin Yan saw books turning in the distance, and an ancient scroll slowly appeared, with his name clearly written on it. "The life-breaking thread..." He murmured, the blood lines on his chest beat violently, and the whole figure was injected with flames. The night is like ink, the sound of rain is like needles, and the shadow of the cracks in Youhuang Library is bottomless. Lin Yan felt the power of his bloodline for the first time, and understood for the first time that this road would lead to the unpredictable spiritual abyss.