Chương 207: Chaos Veil Sutra

Tyr grabbed the scroll from Huevas' hand.

It felt grand to hold. Its weight was obviously not much, yet it felt like it weighed far more than the impression it gave off.

The paper scroll was dark brown in color. Its edges were ripped and battered, crumpled and tarnished to a certain degree.

The paper was wrapped around a dark purple oak carved in a majestic shape that resembled the trunk of a large and mangled jungle tree.

Tyr couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling as though the air around him suddenly became thicker when he took hold of the scroll.

Huevas looked at Tyr's movements with a curious gaze, a slight smirk pulling at his lips.

Tyr was a bit mesmerized by the cultivation technique. 'It feels like I'm holding a chunk of history in my hands. I've never felt something like this before.'

It was almost overwhelming and unable to be described by Tyr's understanding.