The Eastern Region Fell, Charging the Pass!

"Xiao Haotian went into seclusion again."

"It's been so long since we smelled that fragrance of Ancient Demon flesh and blood."

"Exactly, it smelled so good. I never thought these Ancient Demons would actually be such delicious ingredients. If those divine chefs all had Xiao Haotian's skills, hunting Ancient Demons would probably become something people did of their own accord, eating them clean to the bone!"

In the Myriad Books Pavilion, many flying birds, immortal cranes, and spirit deer were whispering among themselves.

At the center of the book pavilion sat a youth, gray, hazy chains of law manifesting around him.

These chains of law were not any single law, but a weave of many laws—time Dao, space, five Daos, and more, all mingled together. Divine light gathered, yet instead turned into a turbid gray. But with that divine light restrained within, it carried a kind of dazzling feeling.

"Pavilion Master, what do you think?"

Within the river of stars atop the pavilion's dome, four figures shimmered all over with divine radiance. Looking at the youth in seclusion below, they asked softly.

"In less than a short two hundred years, he comprehended all the secret tomes within the Myriad Books Pavilion. That includes all of you. He comprehended you as well. Though he could not cultivate you to the highest realm, that was not his problem, but because his cultivation limited him."

The Myriad Books Pavilion's dignified voice rang out faintly, speaking calmly.

These four figures were the four secret tomes within the Myriad Books Pavilion, all Quasi-Emperor Grade immortal arts. For someone in the Immortal King Realm to comprehend them was already rare, much less cultivate them to the highest realm.

"Indeed. Such a monstrous genius—I wonder where Master found him. It feels like he is even more exaggerated