At this time, the night was dark, and only a ray of moonlight, as light as water, fell through the window.
The handwriting on the book should have been impossible to see clearly, but at this moment, the words on it seemed to be shrouded in a faint light, hazy but clear.
On the pages of the book, the handwriting floats and interlocks with each other.
Ye Xiyue's eyes never blinked, and her hand holding the scroll tightened, refusing to let go of any changes.
She struggled to identify the writing on it, trying to rearrange and combine them to figure out the deeper meaning.
But for some reason, although her eyes were fixed on her, she could not think coherently.
It's like looking at a messy game of chess, with so many threads intersecting that it's impossible to sort it out.
"……antiquity……"
Ye Xiyue held her breath and barely read out a word. However, as soon as she spoke, the handwriting on the book seemed to move faster.
In my mind, it felt like someone was beating me wildly with a sharp instrument, causing severe stinging pain.
Ye Xiyue frowned, but she still didn't look away and continued to work hard to identify.
"……ocean……"
The pain is even worse!
Ye Xiyue had large beads of sweat oozing out from her forehead, her lips became pale, and even the hand holding the book trembled slightly.
Her vision became blurred, and she could no longer read the content on it. Ye Xiyue mumbled a syllable between her lips and teeth.
"……temple……"
boom!
The book in her hand fell to the ground with a muffled sound.
Ye Xiyue also hugged her head at the same time, leaning her back tightly against the bookshelf.
The sharp edges of the bookshelf made her spine tingle, but it was nothing compared to her headache at this moment.
She slowly squatted down, her body trembling.
At this moment, a low and cold voice suddenly came from outside.
"Xi'er?"
This voice fell on her ears, causing Ye Xiyue to be distracted for a moment.
She subconsciously raised her head and looked out the window.
She was on the third floor at this time, and the sound came from the courtyard downstairs. Although she couldn't see anyone, she could still clearly feel that he was here.
The pain seemed to be reduced a lot, Ye Xiyue closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing.
"Xi'er?"
As if he didn't hear her answer, Emperor Shitian shouted again.
The pain completely dissipated, Ye Xiyue stood up holding on to the bookshelf and let out a long breath.
"I am here."
She tried her best to sound as normal as ever.
As she said that, she looked down at the book again.
It lay quietly on the ground, spread out casually, but the writing on it had returned to normal, exactly the same as when she read it for the first time.
It seemed like everything just now was just an illusion.
But Ye Xiyue knew otherwise.
In this short period of time, her mental energy was almost exhausted, and she even felt faintly exhausted.
She didn't even finish reading one page, and only recognized three words intermittently.
Thinking of this, her hand holding the bookshelf unconsciously exerted force, and her knuckles turned white.
She is now a sixth-grade alchemist, and compared to alchemists of the same level, her mental power is more abundant.
But even so, she just...
She took a deep breath, leaned over, picked up the book, and put it back to its original position.
After hesitating for a moment, she put away the pieces of paper left by her mother.
After doing all this, she turned and left.
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The moonlight outlines the shadows of the trees, swaying in the night wind.
Emperor Shitian stood in the courtyard, with his hands behind his hands, quietly looking at the gate of ABC Novel Network.