However, the moment Zhen Yuanzi stepped into the Scripture Pavilion, he froze.
"The Scripture Pavilion truly lives up to its name—it's full of scriptures!"
The entire building was packed with cultivation manuals. The tables were piled high like mountains, covered with all kinds of techniques.
Even the floor was carpeted with secret manuals, leaving barely any room to set foot.
After the initial shock, Zhen Yuanzi's eyes lit up and his spirits soared.
"With this, why should I worry that opportunities will not come my way?"
Zhen Yuanzi strolled among the secret manuals, feeling as though the myriad worlds of heaven and earth lay within his grasp. His heart swelled with ambition.
"As expected of Changsheng Palace! Joining Changsheng Palace was truly the wisest choice of my life!"
Any one of the techniques here, if casually tossed outside, would probably shock the Primordial World for years.
He truly did not know what Changsheng Palace was, to possess such an immense legacy. Most unbelievable of all, the Primordial World had never heard even the slightest rumor of it before.
However, Zhen Yuanzi soon found himself in a difficult position.
"With so many techniques here, it is certainly astonishing, but how am I supposed to choose?"
Zhen Yuanzi could neither laugh nor cry. Was this the trouble of the wealthy?
Then he recalled Kong Xuan's instruction to Daji: to sense things with one's heart.
Without wandering about at random any longer, he sat down cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes, and began to sense carefully.
Sure enough, before long, Zhen Yuanzi felt a weight in his hands.
When he opened his eyes, a secret manual had appeared in his hands, gleaming with golden light and wreathed in holy radiance.
"Indeed, the seniors of Changsheng Palace must have experienced such troubles long