"What is drawing me in?"
Song Changsheng halted mid-step. Doubt welled up in the bottom of his heart, accompanied by a trace of delight.
The unfathomably powerful Scripture Repository elder had made it very clear earlier: every tome within Star Picking Pavilion was waiting for someone who could truly understand it.
What did that mean? It was like refining a magic artifact—while people chose treasures, magic artifacts also chose their masters.
He had climbed several hundred floors. Though he had only given each floor a fleeting glimpse, the number of texts he had encountered had long surpassed one hundred million. Yet this was the first time he had felt such a powerful pull.
"Where is it?"
Song Changsheng no longer fixated on continuing upward. Instead, he stopped and sought the answer within his heart.
Compared to the first floor, the number of texts stored here was undoubtedly much smaller. But that was only relatively speaking; there were still hundreds of thousands of them.
Faced with this vast sea of utterly unorganized texts, he could only follow the vague guidance in his heart, extending his divine sense as he moved between towering bookshelves several zhang high.
In an ordinary Scripture Repository, every floor would be staffed with one or more deacons, responsible for answering questions and guiding cultivators to the most suitable or urgently needed texts in the shortest possible time.
Logically, the larger the Scripture Repository, the more personnel it ought to have. After all, with so many texts, not everyone could pinpoint what they needed precisely, and the vast majority of people did not even know what they truly needed.
Thus, someone had to guide them and help them make their choices.
Yet Star Picking Pavilion completely overturned this rule. Since entering the building, apart from that unfathomable Scripture