The Scripture Pavilion is just a wooden attic that is not very tall.

Except for the area, it is quite secluded, and it is not different from other buildings.

In the current era of e-reading, thin paper made of many fibers seems to have gradually disappeared.

Only the yellowed pages silently interpret the stories belonging to the past in the tranquility.

"Squeak...... Yikes......"

It seemed that the bearing was a little jerky, and when Yi Chun pushed open the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, the wooden door made a sharp sound that made people feel sick.

Maybe it wasn't very ventilated, but when Yi Chun walked in, he could smell a strong smell of paper and ink.

Books have a taste, especially after their numbers are stacked.

Usually, there is a special Taoist who is responsible for cleaning it up.

But when Yi Chun came, he didn't see any other Taoists.

Yi Chun stared thoughtfully at the wooden plaque hanging in the middle of the hall on the first floor.

He was in a trance from above, and smelled an obscure breath.

However, Yi Chun did not delve into it.

The foundation of this world's unique extraordinary civilization is not much shallower than that of other worlds, which may be larger.

It's just that now it seems to have become disconnected for some reason in the past.

This may be a good thing for all things.

As an existence that has experienced several transcendent world wars, Yi Chun feels so.

Compared with the era of science and technology, the shock of artillery ploughing.

The war of the transcendent world may not be more glorious and magnificent.

But sometimes, it's more cruel, bloody, and vicious.

Especially, for civilians who do not have any power to resist.

A single evil sacrifice may be able to cause tens of thousands of living beings to die silently.

Of course, these differences sometimes overlap and overlap.

Strength is by no means the dominant element, but it can serve as a solid guarantee of stability and freedom under normal circumstances.

Top floor......

Yi Chun looked around, and there were a large number of books placed on the first floor of the entire Scripture Pavilion.

Some books have scribbled penmanship on the covers, and Yi Chun can't read them well.

In a sense, this is also a form of encryption.

On the east side of the hall, Yi Chun found a wooden staircase that went up.

The staircase was not very spacious, and the loud sound that Yi Chun made when he stepped on it always made him feel a little impulsive to change into a moon owl and fly up.

However, it may be the influence of the dense images affixed to the walls on both sides of the staircase, or some other reason.

In short, Yi Chun still tried his best to maintain his human form.

It is worth mentioning that the images on the walls of the stairs on both sides are distinctive.

When he saw some huge figures that exuded a terrifying atmosphere, Yi Chun thought that they were depictions of some Western giant human monsters.

But soon, in the detailed depictions full of oriental characteristics, Yi Chun understood their identity.

Door gods?

Or the Four Heavenly Kings?

Yi Chun's footsteps paused instantly.

His myths and legends about this world are limited to some of the books and videos that tourists occasionally watch.

Moreover, Yi Chun did not read the books in detail.

No matter what the world is, analyze the truth that belongs to history from the long and mixed myths and legends.

It is an extremely complicated thing and requires sufficient professional skills.

Therefore, Yi Chun's related concepts about this have nothing to do with ordinary people.

In his impression, the immortals associated with this land are always kind and kind-eyed, or they suddenly show an ugly face in the book that belongs to ordinary things and fall into strong desires.

It is full of humanoid ethics and entanglements, and it seems that it does not have the coldness that overrides all things and governs the fate of thousands of living beings.

Now it seems that his perception is a little skewed.

Yi Chun looked at the portrait of the giant god like a demon god.

This may be closer to the image of this real giant god.

The scene that the text really depicts is clearly distorted in the relevant cognitive differences of mortality.

It's interesting......

Yi Chun took his gaze off the image of the giant god that was full of oppression.

He found that the walls on both sides of this staircase were covered with dense drawings of the gods.

There were giant gods like he had seen before, and there were also some images of fairy gods with kind eyebrows in his impression.

And as Yi Chun moved, when he was about to walk to the top floor.

He saw a portrait of a monkey......

"This is the one?"

As a very representative mythical and legendary figure in this world, Yi Chun naturally will not be unaware of this monkey who wants to be in harmony with the sky.

Yi Chun reads these myths and legends, and is more inclined to read the fairy stories that give him a sense of recognition.

The true monarch he incarnated was one, and the monkey was another.

Yi Chun looked at the portrait of a monkey sitting on the Buddha platform in front of him, wearing a robe, but his face still revealed a few traces of unruly monkeys.

You can imagine, but what a wanton and arrogant appearance it had before it put on this robe.

Yi Chun looked at this painting for a long time.

Eventually, he made it to the top floor.

At this time, Yi Chun found that there seemed to be a person sitting there for a long time.

Looking at it from Yi Chun's perspective, he could only see his back.

It should be a Taoist, maybe the same Taoist he hadn't seen before, who was in charge of cleaning up the library?

Yi Chun glanced at him, but he didn't care too much.

Afterwards, Yi Chun began to look around the entire top floor to find books on mediation and creation.

Probably because of his examination, a person did not teach him personally, and there was only a vague mention of the location of the books on the top floor of the library.

And when Yi Chun began to seriously search for books, he found a problem:

Although the entire top floor seems to be filled with books.

But just as he was nearsighted, books with clear words became blurry.

He knew it was written, but he couldn't read what was written on it.

Magic? Formation?

Or is it some other curse?

Yi Chun condensed, and he operated the mana in his body.

But it felt smooth and smooth, not even the slightest feeling of stagnation.

"It's been a long time......"

Suddenly, the man who had been sitting in the stack of books spoke.

There was something strange in his voice, and there seemed to be some inexplicable sharp taste in it.

Yi Chun stared at him and didn't make any other moves.

"I still remember, before that, it was a trail with the same surname as me."

The man shook his body slowly, as if he hadn't moved for a long time.

Even that kind of activity revealed a hint of rust.

Then, he slowly turned around.

In the dark environment on the top floor, Yi Chun saw two flashes of golden light......

"It turned out to be your ......"

The man stared at Yi Chun for a long time, and then suddenly smiled......