There are ten palaces in total. Li Changzhou and his group have entered the third palace, but they still haven't encountered the other two teams.
"We might be in trouble," Li Qianxia said.
"Life and death are predestined. Since you have chosen to embark on the path to heaven and want to ascend to the top in one step, you must be prepared to fall and die." Li Changzhou did not care and looked at the palace in front of him.
Upon entering, it felt as if you had stepped inside a cylinder.
Niches were carved into the walls, and inside each niche was a corpse.
In the very center of the floor, there was only a table and a chair, a simple arrangement.
"Then you let me follow you, and you even carried me on your back... You don't like me, do you?!" Bi asked from his back.
He said the words "Like me" very loudly.
Li Changzhou turned his head slightly as if to avoid the noise, his eyes continuing to scrutinize everything before him: "It looks like a tomb, but the style is rather unique."
These corpses died in all sorts of ways. The fact that so many corpses from different deaths were gathered in one place suggests that it was either a battlefield or a graveyard.
"We've encountered dead people in all three halls. It seems we're having bad luck," Yaochi said with a smile.
“Dead people are scary, but encountering someone who can move might be even more terrifying.” Li Qianxia stood by Li Changzhou’s side the whole time.
"wrong."
Everyone looked at Yang Qinglan.
“What’s wrong?” Bi asked.
Yang Qinglan looked around thoughtfully. She didn't rush to answer, but stood gracefully with the Ruyi in her arms, sensing something.
She turned her fair and delicate face to look at the four of them: "This place looks a lot like a study."
"......"
“…I’m speechless.” Li Qianxia even used an outdated internet slang term from the 90s generation.
Nobody believed it.
How could a place full of dead people be a study?
"Are they reading books written by dead men?" Bi asked.
“It could also be that the words are written on the skin, just like Cheng Shifei in ‘The World’s Number One’. To learn left-handed swordsmanship, you have to stare at his butt.” Li Qianxia’s expression was very serious.
Yaochi simply smiled.
Yang Qinglan stared intently at Li Changzhou.
“I believe it,” Li Changzhou said.
"Brother, blink if you're being threatened."
“You wouldn’t understand the affairs of scholars.” Li Changzhou put down Bi and walked alone to the table and chair.
Um?
A thought suddenly struck him.
Before Yang Qinglan said that he thought this table and chair was a place for the tomb keeper to rest and work, but after she finished speaking and he got a little closer, he really felt that it was a desk.
This is an instinct of someone who sits at a desk all year round.
If true, it's clear that someone used that table and chair to read for a long time, leaving behind their scent.
Over the long years, the aura has been washed away to a very faint state, and only Yang Qinglan, who is an earth immortal, whose family owns a bookstore, and who has spent his childhood in the study, can barely sense it.
Li Changzhou sat down at a table and a chair.
When they looked up again, they saw that most of the corpses in the numerous niches on the surrounding walls were glowing with golden light.
The golden light was intense, but its range was small, only illuminating the niche where the corpse was located, like a series of golden lamps.
Almost instinctively, as if he knew how to use it, Li Changzhou used his divine sense to activate one of the lit-up corpses.
The surrounding environment suddenly changed.
Li Changzhou remained calm, recognizing that this was simply a divine sense space.
This is a small boat with nine people on board.
One adult and eight children. The children were as tall as Li Changzhou, with scales on their skin and four arms.
The adult had no scales or four arms; he wore armor that resembled a Taoist robe.
The ship is stationary in orbit around a star, ejecting coronal mass like waves.
"...You are all geniuses, one in a billion within the clan, with a natural combat power of 5, qualified to cultivate the 'Heavenly Demon Bathing Great Dao Book'." The only adult spoke, he was twenty-three meters tall.
"The Great Dao of Heavenly Demon Bathing is one of the strongest cultivation methods of my Heavenly Demon Clan. More than half of those who cultivate this method become true Heavenly Demons."
The eight children could not hide their excitement.
"The Heavenly Demon Bathing Technique allows one to bathe in all kinds of power in the world, from the smallest rain and breeze to the largest heat of stars, and even emotions can be bathed in it."
"There was once a genius who was crippled in his youth and became a beggar on the streets for six hundred years. During these six hundred years, he constantly recited the 'Great Dao Book of Heavenly Demon Bathing' to bathe in the aura of despair, and finally accomplished the impossible and became a Heavenly Demon."
Suddenly, a child excitedly clasped his hands together, as if struck by a sudden realization, and said, "Among those with a combat power below 0.001, those clansmen who choose writing as their profession..."
Li Changzhou turned around and looked at the child.
"...They would turn their own experiences, good or bad, into a resource for writing books. Isn't the 'Heavenly Demon Bathing Great Dao Book' the same?"
"Not bad!" the adult nodded approvingly, then added, "Li Changzhou, are you planning to bask in the glow of love?"
"Hahahaha!" All the children burst into laughter.
The girl being stared at by Li Changzhou winked at him, a slightly shy smile on her lips.
Li Changzhou turned around, and the girl's features resembled those of a queen.
"Bathing in emotions is too difficult for you. Now, follow me to learn how to bathe in the power of stars. Stars possess immense power and are most suitable for beginners..."
Li Changzhou came to his senses and returned to the palace.
The corpse inside the niche was gloomy and dark, without a trace of light.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Before anyone knew it, everyone had gathered around.
"I saw that you seemed fine, so I didn't wake you up," Yang Qinglan said.
“This is indeed a library, no, it would be more appropriate to call it the Hall of Transmission of Skills.” Li Changzhou’s gaze fell on a niche, in which sat a man, twenty-three meters tall, wearing armor similar to a Taoist robe.
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