The tower contained a world of its own.
The first-floor hall was exceptionally tall and spacious, its domed ceiling dozens of zhang high.
Rows upon rows of bookshelves stood packed together, like mountains and seas of books stretching to the far end.
Bamboo slips, beast-hide scrolls, and other texts were neatly arranged by category.
Quite a few cultivators were reading silently in the hall. Some sat cross-legged, while others stood before the shelves with their hands behind their backs.
The entire space was quiet, with no one speaking loudly.
Jiang Fan did not linger on the first floor and headed straight up the stairs.
The second floor housed cultivation techniques: saber, sword, spear, fist, palm, and movement techniques-everything one could ask for.
Jiang Fan casually pulled out a few books and leafed through them. Although the techniques were all quite sophisticated, none suited the methods he practiced.
He continued up the stairs...
The third floor housed formation texts. Jiang Fan browsed a few, but most of their contents were superficial, not even as profound as what he had seen in the Blood Fiend Formation...
The fourth floor held miscellaneous disciplines: pill formulas, artifact refining, talismans, beast taming, and all manner of other subjects. Yet none was what he needed most at present...
"Sometimes, having too many choices isn't a good thing either!"
Jiang Fan sighed and continued browsing.
Before he knew it, he had reached the seventh floor.
The seventh floor was completely different from the six below.
The space here was small, with only a few dozen bookshelves.
Each text occupied its own compartment, covered by a thin layer of restrictions.
There was almost no one on this floor. It was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
Jiang Fan walked slowly along the shelves, occasionally stopping to take