The light glowing on the transparent paper was flashing according to the blinking of the handwriting on that wall.
That item then flew to Chu Liuyue again.
Chu Liuyue focused on it and instantly gasped when she saw what was on it.
She saw that the torn transparent paper's content was exactly the same as what was written on the last wall. Every symbol, even every spark of light, was identical.
The size of the transparent page wasn't even one-hundredth of that wall, but when Chu Liuyue saw it, she felt that the symbols reflected on the transparent paper were very clear for some reason. She could even clearly see the small spaces between the symbols.
It was just a torn, transparent book page, but Chu Liuyue felt that it had infinite space to contain everything.
Chu Liuyue stretched out her hand, and the transparent paper flew into her hands.
She looked down to take a closer look and noticed that every symbol could be clearly seen.