Chapter 1130: Chapter 1032: Butterfly Race Wordless Scripture

The Scripture Pavilion of the Butterfly Demon Race.

It contains most of the demon techniques, demon arts, demonic techniques, and demon treasures cultivation books of the Butterfly Demon Race.

These were brought by Chen Xiaoli from the Demon Realm.

Among the five islands, only this island has a Scripture Pavilion beneath it, and it is usually Chen Xiaoli’s territory, where it’s generally difficult for anyone to enter without her permission.

But at this moment, it is unusually quiet, with no one guarding it.

"This is the Scripture Pavilion, I didn’t expect you could open the door!"

The little girl looked at Yang Tian with some surprise.

"Is this door hard to open?"

Wu Zetian asked.

The little girl nodded: "Other than the Palace Master, no one can open it. Even some elders and senior members of our race need the Palace Master to allow them to enter the Scripture Pavilion for reading."

"Yang Tian, how did you open it just now?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Zetian looked at Yang Tian with curiosity.

Yang Tian had already put away the Holy Pearl. He said calmly, "Let’s go inside."

"Alright!" The little girl gazed at Yang Tian with admiration in her eyes, as if it was her first time seeing someone like him: "Inside are all scriptures of the Butterfly Race, but besides the Palace Master, anyone can only stay in there for half a minute. After half a minute, the door will be locked, and if they don’t get out in time, they’ll be trapped in the Phantom Space."

"Is there such a setup?"

Wu Zetian frowned.

"Once the door is locked and people inside haven’t come out, they will die! Even the Palace Master can’t open the locked door within forty-nine days, which is enough to kill someone trapped inside."

The little girl spoke seriously.

Yang Tian nodded, his figure flashed, and he was already inside the Scripture Pavilion.

He must quickly gather all the scriptures into the Weed Ring.

He only has half a minute.

Swoosh!

With a wave of Yang Tian’s hand, a sacred glow radiated from his body, exploding inside the Scripture Pavilion.

Then, Yang Tian crafted Divine Talismans in mid-air, sending them crackling toward the surrounding books.

In short order, Yang Tian swiftly stored all these books into the Weed Ring.

After completing this, he retreated from the Scripture Pavilion, having only spent just over half a minute.

As he came out, the little girl quickly glanced into the Scripture Pavilion, soon realizing with shock: "Big brother, you actually took all the books from the Scripture Pavilion?"

"Yes."

Yang Tian landed on the ground.

"These scriptures should be all the cultivation resources of the Butterfly Race!"

Wu Zetian hurriedly approached.

"If the Palace Master finds out, she’ll definitely be furious!"

The little girl said nervously.

"Don’t worry, your Palace Master is our enemy."

Yang Tian said indifferently, then proceeded toward the exit, the Spirit Gate behind him closed with a bang, returning everything to silence, as if nothing had happened.

"Ling’Er, let’s go too."

Wu Zetian said to the little girl named Lan Huling.

The little girl followed with a pale face.

Yang Tian quickly returned to Lan Humei’s room. At this time, Lan Humei hadn’t returned yet, so Yang Tian used an array around the room, then opened the Weed Ring, intending to release the scriptures from it.

But soon, a strange change occurred!

As these scriptures poured out, they all turned into smoke and dispersed.

Seeing this, Wu Zetian and the little girl were both shocked, with a hint of surprise in their eyes: "What’s happening? Did the scriptures dissolve?"

Yang Tian was also extremely surprised.

These scriptures retrieved from the Library Pavilion dissolved like this?

He had intended to study them thoroughly.

Yang Tian hurriedly closed the Weed Ring, thinking it would protect the books within, but it was in vain, as all the scriptures inside also dissolved into vapor, scattering toward the sky until they vanished without a trace.

"All the books have turned into nothing!"

The little girl was full of disappointment.

Yang Tian shook his head: "Perhaps these books can only be read by your Butterfly Demon Race; anyone else who touches them will cause them to dissolve."

Conducting his Divine Sense into the Weed Ring, he found one scripture pressed at the bottom, while the others had already turned into vapor. This one book was preserved very well.

Yang Tian took this book out from the Weed Ring.

Golden light shimmered on the book, making it appear exceptionally sacred.

The little girl and Wu Zetian were both surprised: "Didn’t they all dissolve? How is there still one book?"

"I don’t know what’s going on either."

Yang Tian picked up the book and opened it immediately.

A dazzling light emerged from it, making Yang Tian unable to keep his eyes open.

But soon, the light faded, and Yang Tian saw inside, frowning.

Because in this scripture, nothing was written.

No text at all.

"Yang Tian, what kind of scripture is this?" Wu Zetian hurriedly approached, and upon seeing the blank pages inside, she frowned: "That’s strange, what kind of scripture is this? It’s completely blank."

"Impossible, the scriptures of our Butterfly Race are accumulated and surely have text."

The little girl hastily said.

Yang Tian used his Divine Sense to probe into the book, clearly feeling a heavy Spiritual Breath.

However, for the moment, he couldn’t see the text inside. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

He shook his head, put the book away, and said: "We’ll study this later; Lan Humei has returned..."

"Lan Humei has returned?"

The little girl’s face changed.

Yang Tian opened the Weed Ring, allowing the little girl Lan Huling to enter it, and after doing so, the door opened, and Lan Humei walked in looking tired: "What are you two standing around for? Come and attend to me!"

"Master, where did you go? You look so weary."

Wu Zetian hurriedly approached.

"It’s Lan Huling! We’ve united with other factions to search every area but can’t find Lan Huling! She’s now infected, and if we don’t find her soon, something disastrous will happen, possibly resulting in our Butterfly Race being slaughtered!"

Lan Humei said gravely.

"Can it really be this serious? Just an infection can have such terrifying power?"

Yang Tian asked.

"Of course! In our Demon Realm, it’s called Blood Transformation! Very terrifying, we’ve already informed the Palace Master, who should be coming out of seclusion early!"

Lan Humei said.