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Zhao Yang voiced his inner doubts, but received no response. Clearly, this was not a matter he was meant to know.
Yet, with a mind filled with the knowledge of countless books and an insatiable curiosity that few could comprehend, he yearned for answers.
He had many questions. A certain secret text from Xuanfo Temple mentioned far too much that he did not understand.
Could there truly be immortals in this world?
Could someone live forever?
Who is the strongest person in the realm of Combat Power?
Are there still beings alive from the Ancient Era?
How did the Ancestor of the Five Elements Continent meet their end?
In today's world, who are the true powerhouses, and what taboos must not be touched?
These were all questions Zhao Yang wished to uncover.
The reason the abbot of Xuanfo Temple asked Zhao Yang if he wanted to visit other sects was due to sensing a peculiar energy fluctuation emanating from Xuanfo Temple, drawing upon its millennia of fortune. Countless characters swirled and flowed into a young man's mind; this scene could only be seen by him and the being residing in the back mountain.
Sometimes, the more one knows, the more questions arise. With his wisdom, he quickly discerned that this young man intended to visit other sects' Scripture Repositories to continue his studies—specifically, to steal knowledge.
Stealing knowledge was a grave taboo among all sects. Thus, he advised Zhao Yang to tread carefully.
The first sect Zhao Yang planned to visit was Azure Cloud Palace.
As one of the foremost sects in the cultivation world, Azure Cloud Palace, originating from the Sword Sect, rightfully held its place at the top of the Five Great Sects and boasted a long history. Therefore, Zhao Yang chose Azure Cloud Palace as his first stop for acquiring knowledge.
Azure Cloud Palace was far larger than he had imagined, situated atop a massive innate spiritual vein that gathered the world's fortune in one place—charming and talented, with breathtaking scenery. Its vast grounds were dotted with palaces that stood tall like a forest, easily a hundred times larger than Xuanfo Temple. With over a hundred thousand disciples, each possessing exceptional talent, Zhao Yang noticed two areas where Purple Qi soared into the sky—clearly belonging to individuals well-versed in countless texts, their heads naturally adorned with an aura of scholarly brilliance.
Within Azure Cloud Palace's territory, Zhao Yang dared not use his Divine Sense for probing, fearing detection by top-tier experts. Although his Divine Sense had grown significantly stronger since entering Xuanfo Temple, he understood that encountering some peak experts or certain cultivators with unique perceptive abilities would still expose him.
In one of the disciples' quarters, Zhao Yang knocked out an Azure Cloud Palace disciple who was bathing in the courtyard and changed into his clothes. He then learned where the Scripture Repository was located. With so many disciples at Azure Cloud Palace largely unfamiliar with one another, he felt little concern about being recognized.
The Azure Cloud Palace was as vast as a labyrinth, but flying was prohibited within its confines. Zhao Yang had learned this basic knowledge from the Scripture Repository of Xuanfo Temple, where he had absorbed information about hundreds of sects.
Zhao Yang successfully infiltrated the Scripture Repository of the Azure Cloud Palace, known as the Sword Sect Azure Dream Palace, the largest sect in the cultivation world. Its collection was twice that of Xuanfo Temple, though much of it was repetitive, as expected from a super sect. He sat in the center of the Scripture Repository and activated his Divine Sense reading function. Instantly, the contents of countless texts began flooding into his mind, replacing his expression with joy, sorrow, astonishment, but mostly confusion.
As the abbot of Xuanfo Temple had said, sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing; the more one knows, the more questions arise.
Zhao Yang's understanding of this world deepened. He saw numerous swordsmanship secrets in the Azure Cloud Palace's Scripture Repository and gained further insight into the Dao. He came across several legendary sword techniques and the comprehensive swordsmanship guidelines of the Azure Cloud Palace. He also found complete records of various sects' mental cultivation methods, including the Universal Spirit Technique from Myriad Spirit Sect. When he was at Myriad Spirit Sect, he only had half a volume of the Universal Heart Sutra; Elder Zhong had told him that the Universal Spirit Technique was treasured by a major sect—this major sect being none other than the Sword Sect Azure Dream Palace.
The mental cultivation methods of various sects in the cultivation world differed greatly and were hard to rank in terms of superiority. Therefore, these methods were made available to everyone, including those who would come later.
Since ancient times ended and spiritual energy in heaven and earth underwent drastic changes, cultivation became exceedingly difficult for practitioners. Consequently, major sects no longer withheld their basic mental cultivation methods but instead made them public. They were not afraid of their methods being stolen; rather, they had no reason to worry since it was rare to see someone transcend tribulation and ascend even once every hundred years. Even if such individuals did appear, they likely wouldn’t lack for a mental cultivation method. It was better to make them public to attract more disciples.
By evening, Zhao Yang withdrew his Divine Sense. He could control his reading speed more effectively now; there was still much content he hadn’t fully digested, but he remembered some key points; otherwise, he couldn’t have completed it so quickly.
Zhao Yang stood up and hurried out of the Scripture Repository. He returned to the courtyard of the disciple he had knocked out earlier to change back into his clothes and return the token he had taken. After completing these tasks, Zhao Yang flew away from the palace. Using Time Walk, he instantly appeared a thousand feet away but broke into a cold sweat when nearly struck down by a massive sword.
An ancient-looking giant sword descended from above and embedded itself where he had just stood moments before.
A White-Haired Elder appeared atop the sword, exuding an aura of immortality. Behind him floated nine glowing swords that formed a mesmerizing sword diagram, evoking an impulse to worship.
"The Sword Saint... truly lives up to his reputation."
Blood trickled from Zhao Yang's mouth as he did not linger; he activated his Windwalker Boots and swiftly fled.
After Zhao Yang left, two elders appeared on top of the giant sword. One asked, "Master, that person is not one of our disciples? Are we just letting him go..."
"He carries the aura of someone from Xuanfo Temple," replied the Sword Saint softly, his gaze icy.
On his way back, Zhao Yang paused on a mountaintop to catch his breath but coughed up a mouthful of blood before he could steady himself. At that moment, he realized just how many powerful beings existed in the cultivation world—countless individuals capable of taking his life. Even in one-on-one situations, unless he used Seventy-Third Transformation to turn others into sheep and escape, he lacked confidence in defeating a formidable enemy within seconds—like the master of Azure Cloud Palace just now, rumored to be able to slay immortals with a single strike.
However, if anyone knew that he had escaped from the Sword Saint's might with only Core Formation Stage cultivation, they would surely be astonished.
The Sword Saint—just hearing that name conveyed what kind of existence he was in the cultivation world.
Though injured severely, Zhao Yang's current physique possessed Chaotic Qi. After meditating for a while to heal his wounds, he would fully recover within an hour or two.
He looked in another direction recorded in the texts and set off towards the You Xian Sect.
Although the You Xian Sect was not as large as the Azure Cloud Palace, it was still dozens of times bigger than the Xuanfo Temple. The Scripture Repository was filled with a wealth of books. Zhao Yang spent an entire night using his Divine Sense to read through the collection at the You Xian Sect. Some of his doubts were resolved, but new questions arose.
However, this time Zhao Yang did not dare to linger. He feared that an Old Monster from the You Xian Sect might suddenly appear. If it weren't for his strong Divine Sense and innate ability to sense danger, he could have easily been caught off guard. Especially since the You Xian Sect was known for its cunning techniques and mastery of control.
The next sect was the Overlord Sect, which would be Zhao Yang's final stop for reading, as there was also Falling Flower Valley. Although it had a legacy of nearly five hundred years, its accumulated collection was likely minimal. Moreover, Falling Flower Valley was currently filled with female disciples, making it impossible for him to enter. Furthermore, he had come across a name mentioned in various sects' collections—Consort of Rain.
This legendary name was not elaborated upon in the texts; only one handwritten manuscript contained a note with two words—invincible.
After finishing his reading at the Overlord Sect, Zhao Yang immediately left because he sensed a strange Divine Sense locking onto him. It wasn't until he exerted all his strength to fly a thousand miles away that the feeling dissipated.
"Indeed, there are always people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens," Zhao Yang sighed. This experience of stealing knowledge made him recognize himself and confront his current status; he realized how insignificant he still was in the cultivation world.
On his way back, the Spirit Pearl on his chest suddenly vibrated with a buzzing sound. Zhao Yang's eyes lit up as he looked down at a green mountain filled with bamboo groves and autumnal scenery. On the mountain stood an ancient Taoist temple that appeared to be an old entrance, and where the Spirit Pearl pointed was precisely this location.
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