In the vast and lightless poison swamp, the poison calamity pervaded every inch of space, eroding all it touched. Yet within this dreadful, sunless land, a hidden light began to emerge, in a harmony that felt both righteous and wicked at the same time.
This strange and paradoxical sensation caused Jiang Chengxuan's heart to tremble. His gaze grew intensely focused. A common truth in the world was that whenever something abnormal occurred, there was certainly something suspicious behind it.
"That is… the aura of the Eternal Manifestation Scripture!" Jiang Chengxuan murmured, recognizing the familiar sacred aura. His eyes widened as he realized the strange long hand standing in the poison swamp, reaching into the heavens, was not only connected to the calamity, but was also linked to the powerful ancient scripture he had once encountered.
