Since the last consultation of the classics, the Library Pavilion of Hongmeng Dao Academy had remained under renovation and reorganization. Shen Hao knew well that ancient books were the literary lifeblood and inherited legacy of the Hongmeng Great Land. The secrets of creation, cultivation methods, and farming techniques recorded within them were all crystallizations of the wisdom of the ancestors of all races. To let these ancient books gather dust and fall into ruin would be disrespectful to those forebears—and a betrayal of their legacy. Thus, he had resolved to personally lead a comprehensive reproduction and restoration of the Library Pavilion's ancient texts, so that these precious classics could be passed down through the ages.
The Library Pavilion was now a hive of activity. Every lattice window had been opened, and gentle sunlight filtered through the window gauze, spilling across row upon row of bookshelves and illuminating the yellowed ancient books upon them. Shen Hao wore a plain-colored Daoist robe and stood before a broad white-jade desk, holding a brush made of wolf hair and spirit bamboo as he carefully copied the words of an ancient text onto Xuan paper. His expression was focused, and the characters beneath his brush were neat and forceful. Every stroke conveyed his reverence for the old books.
Spread across the desk was a scroll of the ancient Hongmeng Agricultural Classic, which recorded the practical wisdom of the forebears in tilling the soil and cultivating crops. Owing to its great age, the scroll's edges had suffered some damage, and its writing had become somewhat blurred. Shen Hao did not dare slacken in the slightest. He first slowly infused the scroll with Longevity Dao Rhyme, gently smoothing its damaged pages and restoring the blurred writing little by little. Only then did he begin copying it.
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