Luo Chen closed his eyes, feeling the power, sensing a strange connection forming between his soul and the ancient tome.
When he opened his eyes again, he found the black-robed cultivator and the female cultivator looking at him with complex expressions.
"It seems the ancient tome has chosen you."
The female cultivator said softly, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes.
Though unwilling, the black-robed cultivator accepted reality with a cold snort, turning to leave.
Luo Chen stepped onto the altar, reaching out to touch the light, as the inheritance mark of the ancient tome slowly merged into his body.
In an instant, he felt a qualitative leap in his cultivation, and his perception of nature's spiritual energy became sharper.
As the inheritance mark of the ancient tome integrated, the other objects on the altar began to change, the light they emitted gradually converging on Luo Chen, forming a faint shield.
