Chapter 227: A Strange Bottleneck
Rhain approached the first pedestal and activated his Eyes of Truth.
Golden light ignited within his dark grey irises, and the dense, complex essence circulation diagrams inscribed within the sealed scroll were laid bare before him as clearly as words written on an open page.
He didn't even need to touch the scroll.
One by one, Rhain scanned and memorized every single Mystic-Grade martial art on the fifth floor of the Grand Library.
They ranged from devastating sword techniques capable of severing mountains, to complex movement arts that could even trick a Domain Master expert when executed perfectly.
But as his golden gaze pierced through the array of the seventh scroll, Rhain abruptly halted.
A flicker of surprise crossed his face.
[Mystic-Grade Martial Art: Empyrean Purgatory Bloom — Third Form.]
"Third Form?" Rhain murmured, thoroughly astonished.
