"This is the ground floor."

Zhenjun walked through the long arcade with Wei Gu Shu and walked to the end of this long corridor.

At the end, waiting for it is a spiral staircase made of black iron that leads to the unknown upper floor, which spreads out in an unknown pattern of black iron, and behind it is a window to the outside world, from which you can see the starry night at this moment.

A faint starlight soaks in, and the black metallic texture winds upwards to unknown places.

Zhenjun walked ahead, and Wei Jushu followed this spiral staircase to a place where it shouldn't exist.

This is a library that is similar to the one just now, but it is much smaller in scale, and there are a lot of modern equipment, and the overall light is cold and somewhat gloomy.

The temperature here was obviously much lower than there just now, and Wei Jushu noticed that his breath could faintly turn into a white mist, indicating that the temperature here might be below ten degrees.

What baffled him the most was the spiral staircase behind him.

I was obviously climbing up behind the headmaster just now, but if you want to go back to the floor just now, you still have to climb up the original ladder.

This is clearly not logical and does not conform to conventional physical norms. Between two floors, one climbs up into the other, so if you want to go back, you should go down, but here, the way is still up.

"This is the [top and bottom] level, because its access is the missing [down] physical law."

Zhenjun saw the confusion of Wei Gu Shu behind him, explained it very briefly, and then walked forward slowly.

I don't know when this spatial concept has been taken away, and the lack of this concept is the real access control of this level of library.

What an inconceivable means of using the absence of some physical law as an access to the door, and the library protected by this means... What kind of books will be on display?

"It's generally off-limits here, but I invite you to make an exception."

Zhenjun walked ahead and continued all the way forward.

On his side, the books seemed to be written in a way that was not a common one, and the books were in a very varied state.

Some are bamboo slips, some are vacuum-sealed pages, some are parchment rolls, and some are even directly engraved in stone, engraved on steel and words, which have been moved in whole pieces.

The most exaggerated thing is that there is an entire wall, and the entire wall has been moved here in order to preserve the murals on the wall.

"The books here are not the same as the ones on the surface."

"Aren't those old books?"

"These are older."

"But the fundamental difference is not whether they are ancient or not, the words written in these books are written in real words, and they all record the truth of the world to varying degrees."

Looking at Wei Gushu's somewhat head-scratching expression, Zhenjun also realized that although he was a genius, he was a freshman who hadn't been able to take a class yet, and it wouldn't be good for him to say too much in one breath.

As they said this, they reached the end of this level.

It's a library, but there are no shelves or books at the end, but there are a lot of sculptures.

The sculptures are similar to the previous floor, listed separately on the shelves, but they are not the same as the previous floor.

First, these sculptures are not busts, but full-body portraits, and secondly, their materials are not as uniform as those of philosopher-writer busts, and the material of each sculpture is different.

Finally, and most crucially, Wei Gu did not recognize any of them.

It is not a famous figure like Plato, Newton, Confucius, Galileo, Socrates, these sculptures represent a being who has never been circulated among the general public.

Most of them are young, some are extremely old, and some are relatively new.

There are generals with spears and armor, handsome women in green clothes, and a petite body wearing the emperor's crown;

There is a quiet man dressed in black, only a long-haired man with a sword at his waist, and a quiet girl with long hair like a waterfall and a slight smile.

There is a moon-white sculpture with a white-haired girl on it who is extremely beautiful, but her expression is tinged with sadness, quietly looking up at the night sky.

The number of sculptures is not much, but there are no less.

Each sculpture is extremely vivid, as if they are all alive, each with their own style and bearing, which makes it difficult for people to forget just by looking at it.

The most terrifying thing is their presence, which is so strong that it is impossible to ignore.

The white-haired Zhenjun stood in it, his back didn't know why Wei Jushu felt endless loneliness and vicissitudes, but he was also endlessly powerful.

The back of Xuanyuan Zhenjun is lonely and strong, arrogant and speechless.

His back alone is even more vivid than those sculptures in terms of momentum.

"Here, all soul pressure is impenetrable, and it is absolutely confidential, suitable for talking to you."

Zhenjun turned his back to those sculptures and sat on a chair casually, although he was still alive, Wei Jushu felt that he did not belong to this era, his handsome face, and the loneliness of the vicissitudes of life, were more like the existence of an era with those sculptures.

He motioned for Wei Yushu to sit down as well, and the principal and the freshman casually pulled two chairs and sat down here, and began to chat.

"Do you know about Soul Overflow?"

When Wei Jushu stared at the handsome face of the principal, thinking about how to build a good relationship between himself and the principal with sincere language, ah, and then gradually narrowed the relationship between teachers and students, teachers and students were harmonious and happy, and finally he was just right and clever to talk about the topic of soul overflow, Zhenjun sat down and said the first sentence directly, there was no nonsense foreshadowed in front of him, but Wei Jushu choked a little.

"I... Completely ignorance. ”

Wei Jushu organized his words, stopped talking, and finally admitted his ignorance cleanly, and hung his head in frustration.

"The principle is very simple, but you need to understand the concept of soul pressure first."

Zhenjun thought for a moment and organized the language in the shortest way possible.

"Soul pressure is a thing, you will explain it in detail in the first class, I simply put, this thing is the foundation of everything."

"The foundation of your soul, the foundation of extraordinary living, the foundation of all dharmas, the foundation of all extraordinary powers."

"Whether it's the weakest baby, the old man who is dying, or the unimaginably powerful first-class supernatural power, or even the wind."

Zhenjun stretched out his finger and lightly tapped between Wei Gushu's eyebrows, as if his soul was lodged there.

"They all have soul pressure."

"It's a pure energy, it comes from the soul."

"It can also be said that soul pressure is a measure of the strength of an existing soul."

Xuanyuan Zhenjun looked at Wei Gushu.

"And soul overflow is the one with the strongest soul and the most powerful soul pressure among all people."

"And you, the most powerful individual of all the soul overflows in history."