บท 164: Chapter 159: Picture of the Divine Fist_1

The emergence of the scroll gave Huang An an incredibly eerie feeling.

"Could it be rewarding me with a perk because it saw me on the verge of giving up, to coax me into continuing the cleanup?"

He boldly speculated.

But after waiting silently for three to four minutes, the Cosmo Junkyard didn't react at all.

Could it really be a coincidence?

Huang An eyed the void, which was still spewing garbage, a hint of a squint in his gaze.

He took a while to watch, but he couldn't figure out anything special about it.

Only then did he shift his attention back to the scroll.

The scroll as a whole was cylindrical, and rolled up, roughly as thick as an adult's forearm, and about two feet long.

Its exterior was sullied with some filthy black mud, so he couldn't tell what material the scroll was made of at the moment.

But from the entirety of the scroll's exterior, one could discern that the scroll was beyond ordinary, with dark golden patterns covering all visible surfaces.