When Ye Dun and others came to the depths of the palace, there were already hundreds of people gathered around him.

Most of these people are young people, not more than 20 years old. Everyone's face, with a sense of tension, looks forward, unconsciously adjusts the messy breathing.

"That's a book about thunder and mystery?" Biyao stood at the back, stretching his finger forward. There was a vast open space. In the center of the space, there was a stone platform. Over the stone platform, there was a stone book suspended.

Looking carefully, the stone book has no mystery, no real fluctuation, no soul breath, just like the ordinary stone...