"Sutra of Life-saving..."
The characters on the booklet were ancient and solemn. Although Xu Qing had never studied this type of script, he could instantly understand their meaning.
Xu Qing felt a connection, holding his breath and focusing his mind, enveloping his thoughts over the booklet.
In an instant, streams of light gently rotated on the booklet's surface, and a power distinctly different from the Sutra of Salvation spread out, while the Sutra of Life-saving turned a page under Xu Qing's control.
The pages were not made of paper and emitted a faint scent of blood and incense. Amidst the smoke, many pale golden, ethereal names appeared on the page, some bright and some dim, some new and some old.
Before Xu Qing's mind actively touched the words on the page, the content within those words appeared vividly in his mind.