The Creation Martial Pavilion truly was extraordinary. Wherever Ye Xiwen looked, he could see streams of powerful auras seeping forth. They had often been left behind by the original authors of these tomes—their essence, qi, and spirit had condensed without dispersing, and after countless years, had finally undergone an essential transformation.
If Ye Xiwen devoted himself to writing a classic, he could naturally achieve the same effect. This was an ability only Emperor Lords possessed: Words become Law. With a casual stroke, they wrote out the Great Dao itself. The originally unfathomable, invisible, untouchable Great Dao was thoroughly manifested beneath the hands of these Emperor Lords.
Yet for an ordinary power, possessing even a single tome left behind by an Emperor Lord would be a treasure among treasures. Here, however, they were everywhere.
The Creation God Dynasty had existed for countless years. Over that span, no one could possibly calculate how many Emperor Lords had emerged or how many had fallen. Even a colossal entity like the Heavenly Dao Teachings likely possessed less than one-tenth of the Creation Martial Pavilion's collection and scale.
This was the true key to the Creation God Dynasty's ability to rule the world and suppress all directions. Relying on these sacred tomes, the Creation God Dynasty could continuously produce new Emperor Lords, while the Emperor Lords who joined it could keep growing. Whether in numbers or quality, they could suppress every power beneath heaven.
Had Ye Xiwen not chosen to join the Creation God Dynasty, he would never have had the chance to enter this place.
Although Ye Xiwen also knew that within the Creation God Dynasty, he was at most an outsider with high status. After all, he was not elite talent cultivated by the dynasty itself. Still, Ye Xiwen did not care.
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