In the end, Li Ye still accepted his invitation.
And through subtle probing, he learned from Rong Yue Wei that the chapters within Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio were considered secrets at Bitter Journey Academy—perhaps even taboos.
Not just anyone could study them.
Yet Li Ye knew that every story from the complete Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio remained crystal clear in his mind.
He had never expected that after forming his Golden Core, his memories from before transmigrating would suddenly manifest in this way. Perhaps they could even bring him considerable help.
With that thought, he followed Rong Yue Wei onward.
The Azure Cloud Road appeared once more.
This time, they had taken fewer than seven steps inside.
Before their eyes, the clouds and mist directly dispersed.
The view suddenly opened up.
Beyond the scattered clouds stood an endless cluster of antique wooden buildings. Nearly every one was different, exquisitely crafted like display models made by a master artisan.
Farther away lay a lake where sky and water nearly blended into one. The limpid sky seemed within reach, pure beyond words. Spiritual power formed glowing spheres that drifted quietly through the air.
Countless rather crudely made spirit demons lived here.
There were hopping stones, little trees dressed in robes woven from leaves, turtles that walked upright...
Frankly, even in a world of spirit beasts and demons, this sight seemed somewhat childish.
Those spirit demons truly were spirit demons.
But...
They were incredibly weak.
One could even say they possessed no power at all. The force sustaining their existence was merely a trace of somewhat pure spirituality.
To a cultivator like Li Ye—
If he wished, a gentle ripple of his Divine Sense alone could make these spirit demons' power collapse like a mountain crumbling, leaving them unable