The Taixuan Holy Land had been closed for ten thousand years, and even to Fu Quanliang, who was usually well-informed, the name was extremely unfamiliar.
Otherwise, he would have realized the problem the moment he saw the Taixuan Divine Fire Scripture.
"Taixuan..."
Fu Quanliang chewed on these somewhat familiar characters, his expression suddenly changed slightly as he looked at Chu Zheng, as if seeking confirmation, and asked,
"The Taixuan Divine Fire Scripture?!"
Chu Zheng nodded, his expression filled with some helplessness. The experiences of these past days had been too intense, and he didn't know where to start.
Facing Fu Quanliang, Geng Yiyang did not have the patience that Chu Zheng had, as he rather brusquely captured his mind and directly asked,
"The Taixuan Divine Fire Scripture, have you spread it outside?"
Fu Quanliang shook his head blankly, "No."